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I made sure that we set fire to the monster before moving on, just in case it could still regenerate somehow. The smell was surprisingly sweet, like fresh flowers. Once there was nothing left but some inert ribbons of charred corpse, we pulled most of our forces out of the Dungeon at that point. The Freya familia withdrew as well.

I kept a couple bodies down there, just in case there was more than one monster. There was no guarantee that there had only been the one monster, after all, and its weird, formless shape and transformation act made me concerned it could split in two or bud or otherwise make itself a problem for us. While sacrificing one of my bodies as a warning bell felt like a waste, I couldn't in good conscience just leave the job half finished if somebody else would actually die from the creature.

* * *

This particular monster had yet to attack Irene, so she didn't attack it just yet. It was an unusual creature - long and slender, feathered and scaled both. It had long wings, but no other limbs. Its maw was full of sharp, predatory teeth, and its eyes gleaned with cleverness as it quietly slithered along the periphery of the room, watching her as it circled.

She didn't remember it from when she had first crawled her way up out of the depths of the Dungeon, but that was so long ago that it was hardly a guarantee. She was a newborn babe, then, her mind hardly storing much of interest. She had been hungry, so she had eaten; she had felt constrained, so she fled upwards, towards the surface and light; she had been pricked by arrows, so she had slaughtered the various peoples who attacked her. Cities fell beneath her claw and breath, and she had exulted in the pleasure of slaughter.

As she grew older and wiser and stronger, that sort of senseless killing no longer interested her.

Well... there was always a certain pleasure to it, of course. But she no longer had much need to kill. Only very rarely did foolish heroes dash themselves against her like water upon the cliff face.

Even stone would yield to water, given enough time. She had no choice but to kill them.

The winged serpent stopped its slithering, rearing up, wings expanding. Absently, Irene noted that its wingspan was greater than her own, but she simply raised her staff, ready to kill it, a smile creasing her features. It had been a very long time since anything she could call a peer had crossed her path, after all. Its lips peeled back, and she wondered for a moment if it had some sort of breath weapon.

"You... don't sssmell like a human." Its voice was a hiss, performed by an alien mouth.

"You smell many humans?" She asked. As far as she knew, no human had ever gotten to this depth.

It paused at that question, contemplating it. "No. But I know what they sssmell like." Its tongue licked at the air again. "There'sss a little of that sssmell on you."

The monster wasn't speaking to any real difference in her scent, of course. If it were, then the various beast races with superior scent would have sussed her out long before any god did. It was that fundamental spiritual difference between monsters and men that the monster was 'smelling.' A way the Dungeon helped its inhabitants separate prey from comrade.

"You're unusually smart," she said, and it simply craned its head to one side. "I'm a monster too. The Red Dragon."

"I don't know that monssster. Aren't dragonsss like me? Big."

She let a smile cross her face at that. The creature reminded her of herself, in her youth. Ignorant to the point of stupidity, but curious enough to grow from it. "I'm hiding in a human body."

"Ah." It twisted its head. "How? A human body... isss too sssmall," it said.

"Magic."

"Magic..." The monster thought for a long few seconds. "Magic. Magic! That'sss the thing humansss ussse! It'sss how they do thingsss like... ssshoot fire from their handsss!"

"Yes. This deep, I can't imagine you have met any humans at all," she pointed out.

"Yesss." It paused. "I'd like to meet humansss. I think they'd be... tasssty."

"You have to go up if you want to find them."

"Ah!" It seemed like the idea hadn't occurred to it. "But... I'm sssupposssed to ssstay down here," it said. She simply shrugged by way of reply - she didn't care one way or the other what it did. "Wait," it snapped out, as she started to move. "There'sss a human sssmell on you. It'sss not jussst... rubbed off."

"I decided not to kill one. I'm carrying it with me." She absently reached into her pouch, pulling little Maybell out. "See?"

"I thought... humansss were bigger."

"Oh, I turned her into a mouse," Irene explained. The mouse was chirping furiously and squirming and trying to retreat back into the pouch, of course. It could hear the whole conversation, and Irene tapped it with her staff. There was the young adventurer who had tried to rob her... however long ago it had been. She was held up by the scruff of her neck as she squealed and jerked and tried to escape or hide behind Irene. It was an irrational action - if the monster in front of her wanted her dead, then there was nothing she could do about it.

Said monster stared at Maybell for a few seconds, its mouth opening and watering. "Don't," Irene warned it - but it was a thirsty man in the desert, given his first sign of water. It lunged forward towards Maybell with a manic hunger.

So, with a single smooth movement, Irene tapped Maybell on the head, transforming her back into a mouse, stuffing said mouse into her pouch, and shouting out, "Disappear!" as she pointed her staff at the onrushing monster.

A gigantic hole formed in the creature's maw, making it let out a shriek of pain and surprise, listing to one side and letting out slurred, burbling words that she couldn't make out, as it struggled to deal with the injury. "This one is mine," she told it. "If you want more, go up. Also, eating other monsters will help heal that." She gestured with her staff towards its mouth, and it just cringed backwards.

It let out what was probably a hiss of submission, then started to slither away from her. She could hardly complain.

* *

Noriko wore a gentle smile as she gave me a massage, her hands and tits both pushing into my back. "Congratulations on defeating the monster, darling. I love you very much and I am glad you are a very good person who was selected to go on this isekai adventure, since then I got to join your harem rather than be beaten by my father, who is dead and eaten in this universe."

"I'm... glad to hear that, Noriko," I said, letting out a sigh as her hands pushed into my shoulder blades, and her tits pushed into my back. "It's not sure that we defeated the monster for real yet, though - it could have split or something."

"That is possible, but unlikely, as monsters do not generally reproduce inside of the Dungeon. However, your concern for others being killed by the monster, and consequent decision to stay in the Dungeon to protect anyone who is unfortunate enough to not realize that they may be eaten by the monster, speaks to your strong character, which is one of your many charm points." She paused at that point. "I know you want to relax after a long and dangerous job in the Dungeon, particularly given that Haruhime, who you think of yourself as the savior of, because you are, was put in danger thanks to you. However, if you would be willing to let me, I would like to give you a 'tittyfuck' with my big boobs, as I think this is relaxing for you, and would also be nice for me, as I have a very high sex drive compared to most women."

I let out a small laugh. "Is that why you were buttering me up?"

"No, darling, I was saying you were a very good person because you are. For another example, you saved all those slaves in Kaios, you rescued Ryu from that monster, you saved Haruhime from the Ishtar familia-"

"That was my wives, not me," I pointed out.

"Yes, but the plan was concocted by you. Further, you regularly prioritize your wives' lives and happiness above your own. Thus, it is actually more impressive to put them in the line of fire because of your goodness, than it would be to risk only yourself."

"That doesn't really sound right," I said, closing my eyes as I tried to trace out the counterargument. "Lots of people risk others for their goals."

"Yes, but if somebody was to try to stab Erza, you would put yourself between them and the sword. When my father attacked us, you immediately grabbed me and ran, as you prioritized my wellbeing over the others, because I was the most fragile. Ergo, you are a very good person."

"You're not very good at convincing me of that."

"Hmm." Noriko just hummed. "I see. May I give you a tittyfuck, then, darling? I am very good at that, as my boobs are extremely large, even larger than my mother's." She paused, hefting up her tits a bit, frowning slightly. "They are a bit smaller than Rei's, I believe. Rei stated that she measured hers, and that they are 132cm, compared to my own 126cm."

"Yes, well, I like the Noriko who is flat just as much as the Noriko who has huge tits." I actually wasn't 100% sure that was the truth, but I wasn't going to check with Loki on that front.

"I see. However, I like the Noriko who has huge tits more than the Noriko who is flat," Noriko explained. "My very large breasts are a 'charm point,' and even if you do not directly appreciate them, they allow us to have 'tittyfuck' sex. Which we will now do," she declared, apparently having gotten tired of my dilly-dallying. She rolled me over from my belly to my back, grabbing my underwear and pulling it down, letting my cock pop free.

She didn't hesitate, just grabbing one tit in either hand and mashing them around my cock. The plush feeling of those absurdly large, fat, soft boobs around my cock made me throb in her bosom, and she let out a soft pant of pleasure at that, her cheeks growing pink, her nipples already hard from mashing them into my back. She leaned forward to suckle on the very tip of my cock, but I was actually completely swallowed up in her breasts, so she mostly just smushed her own face into her tits - which, don't get me wrong, was very hot, but when she pulled back, it was obvious that she wished she could suck it and tittyfuck it. "Hm. This is one possible negative point of having huge tits," she noted, shaking her head for a second. "However, it feels very nice to have completely enveloped your cock in my breasts, so I will not complain," she added, beginning to just massage my cock with her breasts.

"If you want, I could have Rei come by, and make my dick even bigger," I told Noriko. "Then you could suck the tip."

She tightened the pressure on my cock, making my toes curl. She let out a shuddering gasp, obviously just as stimulated by the pressure as I was. "That is not necessary. I like the Drake who has a modestly larger than average cock, and the Drake who has a huge cock, just as mu~uch," she moaned out the last word as she came, milk leaking from her megatits, her whole body shuddering atop me.

(In another body, one of the Reis - who was presumably hitching a ride on Noriko's senses - whined that Noriko was an idiot and that I should ignore her and let her make that dick huge. She cleverly applied the argument that Noriko would enjoy herself more, since more of her tits would be stimulated, and her tongue would be stimulated too. I ignored her obviously motivated reasoning.)

I grabbed hold of her breasts in either hand at that point, helping apply pressure to her tits on my cock. The expression on her face was extremely erotic, lips parted, a bit of drool running out of her mouth, cheeks pink, as her eyes unfocused in pleasure. I also started to pump my hips up into her breasts, and she just squirmed and moaned in pleasure, her face looking increasingly stupid as I sawed my cock back and forth. I enjoyed the feeling of her breasts around my cock, and in my hands, while Noriko mostly just lost herself in the pleasure, shivering and jerking as she came, squirting her cherry-strawberry juices all over the bed with each progressive orgasm.

"Ahm, I wuh, wanted to, be the one, pleasuring, you," she said, her voice warbling, just the hint of a whine in it. I let go of her tits at that point, pulling my hands away from them to let her catch her breath. I actually felt bad, as she struggled for a second to try to rub her tits into my cock, her eyes lidding as she massaged it like that, one breast going up as the other fell, rubbing all over my dick in the process. "Thank you," she panted out softly. "This is, much easier."

Seeing her like that, I felt a little bad - as a Hentalian, she had a hair trigger orgasm compared to a normal woman, thus her constantly coming during blowjobs and titfucks. While it was sexy for me, it seemed like it was making Noriko feel self-conscious. "I love watching you come, Noriko. The fact that you come so much, and so hard, is really sexy to me," I told her, reaching down to run my fingers through her hair. She upped the pressure on her tits by way of response - and then promptly came again, letting out a lewd, almost howling moan in the process.

My cock pulsed inside of her breasts, and my hips bucked up into them, as she just panted and rode out her orgasm, not able to do much beyond just grind her tits into my cock. She definitely looked gorgeous, with her leaky tits and the sheen of sweat and pink color of her face, but her titfuck was definitely not as conscientious as she clearly wanted it to be. A thought suddenly popped into my head. "Noriko, would you like to come less during sex with me?"

"Ahm, yes, darling, I come too much, and it makes it hard, to pleasure you as much as I want to," she told me, continuing to wobble her tits around my cock, my cock throbbing inside that wonderful, pillowy-soft valley of her tits.

"Alright, just do it softly for a bit, okay? Don't try to get either of us off, just give me a nice, gentle massage."

She nodded by way of reply, softening the pressure on her tits. She let out a soft sigh of relief at that, looking almost exhausted from the effort of trying to titfuck me while avoiding any orgasms.

In another body, I spoke to Rei. "Why don't you ever make Noriko less sensitive?"

"Uhh," Rei said, looking at me like I was stupid. "Because that's not hot? Duh? It's sexycute that she comes her autistic brains out on your dick, and eating my pussy and doing whatever other stuff we get up to."

"She's bothered by how easily she comes," I pointed out.

"And? That's what makes it sexycute rather than just sexy. Like, it's not sexycute when Julia turns into an orgasming fat-titted onahole while we fuck with her, cause that's what she wants. Is sexy, though," she added, as if concerned Julia could overhear her.

"Yeah, but... I'd like to make her feel better."

"Then you can develop bodymod powers," Rei said, knowing that I couldn't. "You're lucky I haven't turned every girl you got into an orgasming mess like Noriko, frankly. Orgasms are the best, and as the guy, you're not even really enjoying yourself anyway."

"I'm pretty sure I'm enjoying myself."

"Uh-huh," Rei said. "That's because you've never gone at it dickless and learned how good orgasms feel as a woman."

"I'm pretty sure you just have the right hormones for that."

"Julia says the same thing, when she dreams about being, uhh, some dead dude, the sex suuucks compared to a girl."

"Whatever. That's because you're from a world with light porn logic."

Rei just rolled her eyes. "Cope."

I decided to change tactics. "Okay. But it's sexy to deny a girl orgasms too," I pointed out, and Rei just frowned at that. "You know. Orgasm denial, orgasm control. I know one of the stories I wrote for you featured that. Mind controlled sex slave who never gets to come, the one who used to be an heiress, I think she had an H name?"

"Ohhh," Rei said. "Yeah. Harriet. That was pretty hot, hm. Her just wishing she could experience an orgasm again, and having to plaster on a smile as she's constantly edged, to pay for her smug bitch attitude..." She was now actually considering it.

"You can set her tits back to normal afterwards," I told her, "and it only has to be her breasts for now."

"Ugh! Fine! Just this once, and if it's not sexy, I'm not doing it again," Rei declared, and I just leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, and then the lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I hefted her up. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as her tits pressed into my chest, and I carried her to the bedroom where Noriko was still softly titfucking me, her pendulous breasts gently stimulating my cock.

"I do not want to share in this tittyfuck with Rei, as your cock is not big enough to share at the moment," Noriko said, her cheeks still a little pink.

"Yeah, yeah," Rei said, letting me plop her down next to Noriko. "Stop the titfuck, Noriko. I'll make you feel fucking great- err, wait. I'll make you feel less great, so you can fully focus on making your awesome husband happy with your fat titties."

Noriko blinked a few times at that, then glanced up at me.

"I convinced her to reduce your breasts' sensitivity for at least this titfuck, so you can focus."

"I'm gonna make it so you can't quuuuite come from your tits," Rei said, fingers squeezing at the air. "You'll totally be able to work him over to your heart's content, but also you'll be edging yourself the whole time until you beg for an orgasm."

"I see." Noriko thought about it for several seconds. "Very well, I will go along with this." She let my cock out of her tits at last, standing up and facing Rei. The pair were both pretty short, but Rei had a couple inches on Noriko, and just reached out to grab Noriko's tits, one in either hand. She hefted them up, playing with them, jiggling them up and down.

"Man... I kinda want to make 'em even bigger, but then I wouldn't be the biggest tittymonster in the harem."

"You could make your own breasts bigger too," Noriko pointed out.

"Nah, any bigger and these tits would just be gross, like porn with a dude who has a three foot cock," she said, shaking her head as she massaged Noriko's breasts. Noriko's arousal seemed to decline as Rei worked her tits over, until she at last stopped. "Alright. You can't orgasm from your tits any more," Rei declared. "Drake, fuck me in your lap in a position I can watch from. Titfucks are even hotter when it's not female POV."

I didn't complain about the suggestion, just hefting her up in my arms and carrying her over to a chair in one corner of the room, yanking down her pants and panties and just sticking my cock inside her, immediately making her shiver. "Ohhh, that's it, hot stuff," she breathed out, shuddering on my dick. "Back to work, Noriko! Titfuck your husband!"

"Oh, yes," Noriko agreed, turning back to the body that was still lying down, softly wrapping her breasts around my cock. She let out a soft pant as she started to work, clearly very rapidly becoming aroused and enthusiastic - but never quite coming. There was a wonderfully sweet expression on her face as she worked me over, bouncing her tits away, her cheeks softly glowing as she worked me over. Her face was still hard to read, but she was my wife over the past year and change. Her lips were softly parted, their tips curled halfway up, her eyes lidded, her cheeks pink, as she moved up and down. There was pleasure on her face, but she also seemed to be adding a bit of that more ephemeral sort of pleasure, of triumph and success.

Her eyes were also focused on me, staring at my face as she worked my cock over. She intensified the pressure, letting out a little pant - but then started to speak, her voice not warbling nearly so much this time. "Darling, my big breasts are massaging your big cock, which is what they are for. Knowing that I would become extremely busty once I got pregnant is one of many reasons that I wanted to have your child, though not a necessary or sufficient reason. I am happy that I am able to do this for you now, as it is very clearly something you enjoy a great deal."

Her dirty talk was definitely a lot better when she wasn't constantly coming, and I reached down to pat her head as she worked me over like that. I could see her hips wiggling back and forth behind her, as she was kept on the edge thanks to Rei's mods.

Rei was not kept on the edge, of course - once I finally took hold of her hips and started pumping her small, fat-titted body on my cock, she almost immediately came, going cross-eyed as her cunt just squeezed and clamped down on my dick. The lewd noises she was making were music to my ears, and Noriko apparently appreciated them to, judging by the way she incorporated them into her dirty talk.

"I am enjoying sexually pleasuring you with my tits, but, clearly Rei is more preoccupied with her own orgasms than your pleasure. That is very typical for her, as she often makes me eat her out without reciprocation, using the argument that she does not need to reciprocate, even though my pussy is much tastier than hers."

"Fuh, fugg, you," Rei said, raising both hands to flip off Noriko. "I, cuh, could make, Drake come like, a fuckin', slut if I wanted to, I juhsht don't!"

I reached up for Rei's tits, just groping one massive mammary in either hand, prompting her to explode in another intense orgasm, going cross-eyed as she did. "If you could, but don't, then it sounds like she's right," I whispered in Rei's ear. "But, you could make your pussy taste good too, couldn't you? Then she wouldn't have anything to complain about. She'd have to eat your pussy to make up for the insult."

"Ahng, fug, yeah," Rei said, her head clearly spinning with pleasure. "That's, ohh, I'll fuckin', I'll make it so she can't come from her mouth next time she eats my pussy, yeah, it's fucking, it's great watching her just squirm, leaking down her thighs as she can't quuuuite come," she explained, her voice a little manic. "Harder, stud, harder, fuck me harder!" She squealed as I did exactly that, grabbing her by the hips once more and just pounding her up and down my cock, ramming away with relentless force. Her tits bounced wildly back and forth with each progressive thrust, and she was pretty much just coming her brains out.

Noriko was unintimidated by Rei's threats, judging by the way she kept up her lightly-sadistic dirty talk. "It is very typical of Rei that she would want to deny her partner pleasure, as she is a selfish lover, unlike me," she said, looking up at me as she continued to mash her tits into my cock, just grinding and massaging away. Her nipples were perky as she kept on going, looking almost hypnotized as she worked, hot breaths spilling out of her lips, and she occasionally drooled down into her tits on purpose, adding to the lubrication of my cock. "As the top wife, it is my solemn duty to ensure my partners orgasm frequently, in order to help my husband manage his very large harem."

At that point, I finally came, groaning as I erupted in her tits, cum squirting up onto her chin and tits both, making her let out a soft exhalation - but not actually orgasm, a frown appearing on her lips as I kept ejaculating like that.

When I was finished, she looked almost pouty, turning her attention over to Rei. "I did not experience a sympathetic orgasm with my husband," she declared, hopping up off the bed. Rei was a bit busy coming her brains out on my dick as I rammed away at her, so she didn't immediately respond. "While I would like to be able to focus on satisfying him during sex, rather than being distracted by constant orgasms, as a Hentalian woman, it is normal and right and happy that I orgasm every time the man that I love comes inside of me, and that includes inside of my breasts. Fix this."

I slowed Rei's pace down, and she blinked rapidly a few times, panting and rolling her head from side to side as I brought her to rest on my dick. "Huh? Oh," she breathed. "Sorry, Iunno, I thought the sympathetic orgasm thing worked... whenever the guy came. Like, it was psychological."

"I do not experience a sympathetic orgasm if I simply jerk Drake off to completion."

Rei twisted her head around to me, looking baffled. "Noriko jerked you off to completion? What, were both your hands broken?"

"Please fix my breasts, Rei," Noriko repeated. Rei shook her head, reaching out for Noriko's tits at that point, fingers mushing into them, smearing some of my cum around in the process. "Are they fixed?"

"I think?" Rei responded. "Iunno. Like I said, I don't get the sympathetic orgasm thing that good. Now fuck me, Drake, and put on a show, Noriko."

"Yes," Noriko said, heading back to the body on the bed. "Let me get you off with my breasts, hopefully this time I will experience a sympathetic orgasm," Noriko declared, wrapping her tits around my cock.

She squirmed throughout that titfuck, wriggling in barely-constrained pleasure as her fingers dug into her own breasts, her expression smoldering with lust as her dirty talk shifted from lightly bullying Rei, to pretty much just begging for me to come. When I finally did, she got a sympathetic orgasm of her own - and given she'd gone through about two full titfucks edging without getting an actual orgasm, it was intense enough to leave her a shuddering sexhausted mess on the bed.

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My two bodies deep in the Dungeon took turns watching each other sleep, eating the food we'd brought down, killing the monsters that the Dungeon sent to try to kill me. It was the normal flotsam and jetsam, appropriate to the floor, the sort of thing I could kill casually. Sometimes it seemed to get pissed and just flood me with trash mobs, but then it would go back to sulking and not attack at all.

As my food supplies waned, and my exploration of the 40th to 43rd Floors showed no signs of any inappropriately powerful monsters, I made my way back up to the surface and told the Guild the results of my exploration.

They then publicly stated that those Floors 40 and on were declared "provisionally safe" for appropriate-Leveled adventurers.

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Hermes let out a long exhalation, simply craning his head back in his seat, dipping his hat forward in an affectation of sleep.

Things in the Dungeon were not going according to the normal way of things.

There were other things not going the normal way of things - apparently, Telskyura had fallen, and now it had been renamed Stefyurga, ruled by the Darlinja Drake Holt (yes, that Drake Holt) - but the Dungeon was much more of a problem, given that his familia was an exploration familia.

At least on paper.

Other stories swirled around, too. Irene Belserion, exiled Queen of Dragnof, had been seen in Orario. Filvis Challia had returned from exile. There were talking monsters in the Dungeon, a simmering conflict between the Loki and Freya familias, and a thousand other stories that were rather less plausible. Others were dead certain: the previous Record Breaker, Rei Maxwell, had been outdone by a young girl and member of the Hestia familia; Alise Lovell had returned from death. He had to wonder whether there was some common thread behind them all he couldn't quite see.

For all its horrors, Orario was a place that was ordinarily quite a bit quieter than it was at present. All this noise, and much of it revolving around Drake Holt and his women.

He let out another exhalation at that. He would be the greatest hero of the age, in all likelihood. If not him, then one of his many wives and lovers... but it was not nearly so inspiring to the next generation to have a hero who got to fuck dozens of girls. Even less, to be one of those dozens of girls, simmering in quiet jealousy over your beloved's inability to keep it in his pants.

He was interrupted from his reverie by a hand pulling off his hat. He jerked around to find the Black Agony standing there, idly trying on his feathered cap. "Do you think it makes me look good, Hermes-chan?"

"Hermes...chan?" Even though this woman had threatened him with death not that long ago - the wedding of Drake and Haruhime and Setsuko, no? - those were the first words that left his mouth.

"Well, I can't call you Hermes-kun, you're not my boyfriend or young! And I'm definitely not calling you Hermes-sama!"

Asfi practically dashed into the room at that point. "L-Lord Hermes?" She asked, confused at the Black Agony's presence.

In fairness, he was confused too. Still, he steeled himself and presented an amiable smile to the young lady. "Might I ask the reason for your visit?"

"Ah... well..." She pulled the hat off, spinning it around on her fingertip, rolling it around and around - and then she lost her rhythm and it went smacking off a wall and fell in the waste bin. Or, rather, she did that on purpose and pretended it was an accident, because she was a Level Four and she would not have made such a rudimentary error of coordination. "Oopsie!"

"Yes, oopsie indeed," Hermes said.

"Oy, jagoff!" The door swung open again, and there was Loki standing there. "...why did you come here before me, Drake's bimbo doll?"

"Ehhhh," the Black Agony replied, scratching her cheek. "I just think me and Hermes-chan have great chemistry, and I was going to ask him for a threeway!" Lie.

"...great," Loki said, shaking her head, then refocusing on Hermes. "You know why I'm here?"

"I honestly don't," Hermes said, finding the frank confession easy. "Or why she is here, for that matter."

"The monster in the Dungeon," Loki said. "It's serious business."

"It is, but my familia is hardly capable of-"

"Shh, shh," the Black Agony said. She planted one finger in front of her mouth, even as Asfi stared her down. "Shh. Lying is no good, Hermes-chan. It's not cute at all!"

"Cu-? No, the point is, Hermes, I know two things about your little familia." Loki planted a finger on his desk. "One. You're lying to the Guild about your Levels. Two. You've got a grimoire that my familia could make a lot better use of."

"Ah! That's right! Goshujinsama will even pay you for it, as soon as he gets the money together, which could be a while."

"I was under the impression that Drake was now a monarch." Asfi twitched at that. She'd been the one to relay the information to him in the first place, and her response, however mild, made him curious. But now was not the time for such curiosity, now was the time to feign ignorance as though his life depended on it.

"How much money do you think the Stefyurgans have?" The Black Agony asked. He shrugged. "Not much! Plus, all his wives need to be lavished with love and affection now that they're his horny, breedable wives!"

"Yeah, yeah," Loki said, waving her hand. "Grimoire, now, or I tell the Guild you're lying about your Levels. I need that, specific, grimoire."

Hermes sighed. "I suppose I have little choice," he said. "It cost our familia six hundred thousand valis," he said, stepping back from his desk, opening a trapdoor, and finding the grimoire inside. "I do wish to know how you knew of its presence?" He held it in his hand even as Loki's hand snapped out for it, creating a momentary tug of war.

"I'm ve~ery sneaky," the Black Agony said. He did notice it was not actually an answer to his question...

"Gimme!" Loki demanded, huffily, yanking on the grimoire with both hands. He let it go, and Loki lost her balance, tumbling backwards - the Black Agony practically snapped behind her, catching her before she hit the ground. "Ha... a beautiful girl, carrying me in her arms... I'm in love! Marry me, bitch!"

"Loki-sama, I'm straight," was the Black Agony's succinct reply, earning a loud huff from Loki.

As she left, he was quite sure he heard Loki muttering under her breath about, "This straight stuff has to be made up, right? Yeah. It's made up. Fictional. It doesn't make any sense. Why would a girl not love boobs?"

"Lord Hermes," Asfi said, and Hermes glanced her way. She looked about to say something, and to then change her mind before saying something entirely different. "That grimoire did not cost six hundred thousand valis."

Hermes chuckled. "Obviously not. But if they're going to just come in here and take the book from me, they owe me a bit extra on top." He plopped back into his chair, reaching up to dip his hat downward again, then remembering that the Black Agony had taken it off. He sighed. "Asfi, could you get me my hat?"

"Lord Hermes, you can get it yourself." She slammed the door shut for emphasis on that point. She had seemed on edge the last little while. Around the time she brought news of Stefyurga.

Probably just that time of the month. Or, more likely, the letter telling her about Stefyurga also had bad news in it.

With a heavy heart, Hermes got up from his chair to go brush his hat off, and promptly got back to pretending to sleep.

* * *

"Six hundred thousand valis," I muttered as I looked at the grimoire, holding it with all the care an item of that value had. "Is it the right one?"

"I can't know for certain, goshujinsama," Julia said, "but it's hard to imagine that Hermes got a completely different grimoire!"

"Yeah, I think I know who sold it to them, they've got the right kindsa spells," Rei said. "Also I'm pretty sure it wasn't six hundred k."

"Six hundred is a reasonable number," I said, recalling that Noriko's had only been as cheap as it was because Briar hadn't sold any grimoires beforehand. "We are coercing him into selling it, anyway."

"Hey! We're saving adventurers from death, Drake! Stealing's okay when it's for a good cause, and also I benefit!" Loki said. "Now where's the cutest little foxgirl in the whole wide world?" Loki's hands wiggled in the air excitedly, and I'd probably have dope-slapped her if Haruhime didn't like Loki in return.

"I'm bringing her here," I told Loki. "Let her read the grimoire before you grope her."

"Ehh, but then she'll be unconscious, it's no fun if they don't react!"

Haruhime followed after my other body, arriving in the room with her bright green eyes confused, more than anything else. "Ah, my love, did you want me for a... group sexual event?"

"How does her woobie act make those words less hot rather than more hot?" Loki asked me.

"Empathy, probably," I teased her back. "No, Haruhime, I didn't ask you here for that." Her cheeks glowed in embarrassment at her jumping to that conclusion, and I handed her the grimoire, which she held, her eyes widening and her tail sticking out straight as she realized what she was holding. "We want you to read this grimoire. We have good reason to believe it will greatly increase the power and usefulness of your magic."

She gulped at that. "I... this must have been very expensive."

"It is," I agreed, squatting down a bit so that I was looking up at her rather than the other way around. "I know that you often feel like a burden to me, but you aren't, ever. This in particular - even if I had no interest in you as a woman or even a friend, I would want you to read this grimoire. I do love you, and want you, and want you happy, but I bought this grimoire because it will make you stronger."

"Also 'cause I told him to," Rei added.

"Ah. Thank you, then, Rei-sama," Haruhime said, with a small bow of her head. She clutched the book against her for a moment. "What do I do?"

"Ya just read it," Loki said. "Oh, and sit down first, you'll pass out when you're done."

Haruhime nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed, sucking in a deep breath, and starting to read. Her eyes glided over the pages, and her expression shifted similarly to how Noriko's had, back when she'd read. Eyes reading with increasing interest, leaning in towards the book, her lips parting, her pupils dilating, and finally her eyes rolling up and her simply passing out into the book.

Loki showed a startling level of sweetness as she laid Haruhime down on the couch.

"Ah, Loki-sama, was Drake lying about those things he said about Haruhime?"

"Obviously not, duh," Loki said, with a roll of her eyes.

Julia's look as she turned back my way was a beatific smile. "Goshujinsama, you're soooo sweet," she said, just stepping over to me and hugging me tight. "Why don't you ever say things like that to me?"

"Because you're an insane masosub," I told her, patting her head. "I'm the one who needs the aftercare after our sex," I added, and Rei snorted. "Plus, you know I love you already. Otherwise we never would have even met."

"Ah! True! Rei and I literally only exist because goshujinsama wanted to fuck us in all three holes!"

"That's not-"

"Oh, so you don't want to fuck us in all three holes, goshujinsama?" Julia asked, pretending to be confused.

"Just go along with her," Rei said, idly smacking Julia's ass. "Oh, dude, we should fuck on top of sleeping Haruhime! Or, I guess, maybe you and Loki since Haruhime has yet to realize how great I am."

"Joousama, I'm not sure that's really something Haruhime would like."

"Come on, babe. Imagine passing out and waking up to seeing Drake's mega bitchbreaker plowing my cunt. Hot, right?"

"Yes, joousama, but you and I are in the top one percent most horny perverted sluts on the planet!"

"And yet you won't eat my pussy," Loki said.

I just sat down on the bed, gingerly raising Haruhime's head, and she nuzzled into my lap, her tail beating a bit in her sleep, one leg idly kicking. I scratched at her ears as Loki, Rei, and Julia all had a long and involved argument about how perverted they really were. Rei claimed she was totally normal and it's just socialization that makes women act all chaste. Loki claimed they weren't sluts at all since real sluts would eat her pussy whenever she asked. And Julia was the outnumbered voice of reason.

Eventually, Haruhime woke up, soft little breaths escaping her throat. For a moment, she snuggled quietly into my leg, just happy to lie there with me. I couldn't help but admire her, enjoying her warmth against my skin, the pleasant intimacy, the light and happy smile on her lips as she just closed her eyes.

As I suspected, though, she was actually like that because she forgot about why she'd passed out, because she jerked up after a few seconds of that. "Ah, my love, I forgot why I passed out."

"Oh, mornin', cutie," Loki said, stopping the argument to make Haruhime blush. "Let's check to see what spell you got!"

Haruhime nodded, swallowing softly and glancing my way, one finger teasing at the nape of her top, to question if it was alright for her to disrobe.

It was alright in my book for her to disrobe - but I understood that she found the idea of doing anything sexual with someone who wasn't me distasteful. "Julia, Rei, either turn around or leave," I told them. Rei made a whiny noise, while Julia readily obeyed. Julia even laid her hands over her eyes to extra-clearly emphasize she wasn't looking. I glared at Rei, who eventually turned around with a belabored sigh. "Okay, Haruhime."

Once Haruhime's top was lowered, revealing her back and breasts as the clothing practically wrapped around her wrists, Loki pricked her fingertip and dropped ichor on Haruhime's back. She waited a second, then clapped. "Yep! Kokonoe, just as planned!" Loki gave Haruhime's shoulder a companionable squeeze. "How abouts we send those couple of half-baked sluts outta here and have a real nice time to celebrate? You need to recover Mind Down anyway, so how about the three of us have some fun together?"

Haruhime's blush was very bright as she pulled her top back up, hiding her breasts again, creamy flesh obscured from sight. But then she looked my way for confirmation it was okay - and when I didn't object, she nodded quickly.

"Oy, Rei, Julia, get outta here," Loki ordered. She quickly rubbed her hands together excitedly, pulling off Haruhime's top with vigor, revealing her breasts to the open air, her hands just sinking into the large, soft things, letting out what sounded more like a howl of pleasure and excitement than anything else. "Ooo, I love these big titties, Haruhime," she said, leaning in and just nibbling the blushing Haruhime's ears. "How are we gonna fuck her, Drake?"

"You don't have any ideas?"

"You have like seven zillion wives at this point, you're the world's leading expert on MFF threesomes!" I blinked as I realized her words might very well be true. Well, not the seven zillion wives part, but the idea that I had more MFF threesomes than any other man, past or present...

"MFF...?" Haruhime muttered in confusion.

"Male-female-female," Loki explained, leaning down to give Haruhime a kiss on the cheek. "That's the kinda threesome we're about to have, cutie."

"I actually have two bodies here," I pointed out. "So how about you two sixty-nine, with Haruhime on the bottom, and then I fuck you both?"

"Sounds great to me!" Loki agreed, and Haruhime nodded too, flushing as she wiggled her way out of her clothes, revealing her slick sex and blonde bush in hardly any time at all, while Loki only finally peeled her hands away once Haruhime was completely naked. "Only problem with a sixty-nine is it's hard to grope those gorgeous titties of yours, sweetheart," Loki said, as she pulled off her own top.

"I'll carry you," I told her. "That way, your hands can go wherever you want."


"Ooo, what a keeper, right, Haruhime? What a sweetheart sex genius we got in Drake, eh?" Loki took the opportunity to peel her way out of her short-shorts, her modest bust bouncing and jiggling pleasantly from the movements. Rei may not have made her tits as big as Loki wanted, but she certainly made them look good.

Even Haruhime was briefly distracted by the show, her brain restarting once Loki had kicked off her shorts. "A-ah! Yes. We- I am very lucky to be his wife, and you, ahm, well, you are wonderful too, so I do not know if it is right to say you are lucky..."

"So sweet!" Loki leaned in to kiss Haruhime on the nose. Haruhime's cheeks glowed at that point, her smile seeming even more bashful somehow. "Now get on your back cutie patootie, I want to grope those big tits while suckin' on clit and getting railed from behind!" Haruhime obeyed Loki's suggestion, lying on her back, spreading her legs nervously, exposing her slick sex to me. I got in between her legs, pointing my cock there, and my other body got up behind Loki, similarly lining up there. My hands gripped Loki's hips firmly, and the goddess tested lifting her arms up - and of course, didn't lose her balance even the slightest bit. "It's go time!"

Loki leaned forward at that point, and I helped her along, letting her reach Haruhime's slick sex, licking it, her clit, and the tip of my dick, with an energy that was infectious. I lowered her hips further south so that Haruhime could reach her sex, and then I started to push inside Loki, enjoying the tight feeling of her pussy. "Sorry that I don't have the megadick right now," I told Loki.

"Hey, no apologizing!" Loki pulled back from Haruhime's sex for a moment, twisting her head up at me. "If I want the megadick, I know I gotta apply in advance! If you apologize for something like that, you're gonna reinforce Haruhime's over-apologizing! She's on the mend! You're going into an Apologizers Anonymous meeting and cracking open a case!"

"You're right," I told her, and took the moment to stick my dick into Loki's mouth instead of Haruhime's pussy, enjoying the quiet little glee of shutting up my sexy goddess with my dick. She certainly didn't complain, just noisily slurping and licking on my dick for a moment. Haruhime glanced up at the show, and at that point, I popped out of Loki's mouth. "Ready, Haruhime?"

"Yes," Haruhime said, nodding rapidly, and at that point I lined my spit-slick cock up with Haruhime's sex, gingerly sliding into her. Loki leaned down again, starting to lick and suck on Haruhime's clit, going absolutely crazy with her tongue, occasionally brushing against my cock in the process. I just let out a soft groan as I started to pump my hips inside Loki. Haruhime leaned up, licking at Loki and me both, her tongue far less experienced than Loki's, but having that same soft, sincere movements it always did.

Loki's hands drifted down to grope and caress Haruhime's breasts, and it fell to me to keep her balanced as a consequence - which was trivial, given I was a Level Seven by that point. "Fuck me harder, Drake!" I upped my pace into Loki in response, making her bounce a bit from the force of my repeated thrusts. She moaned happily at the feeling, leaning back down to lick at Haruhime and me both, tongue dancing back and forth excitedly - and soon enough, she came, moaning happily as her inner walls gripped my dick, her mouth halfway attached to Haruhime's pubic mound as she just drooled and jerked in wild pleasure.

The body that was fucking Haruhime compensated for Loki's distraction by sliding one hand up her thigh, finding my way to her clit, brushing against it softly and prompting Haruhime to let out a gentle moan. Loki wriggled forward a little, halfway sucking and licking on my tongue, in the process brushing up against Haruhime's clit in a way that Haruhime clearly liked. The cute little squeaks that escaped Haruhime's throat soon enough transformed into a full-throated moan, her tail beating loudly back and forth on the bed beneath her as she came on my cock, her pussy spasming around my dick.

I just enjoyed them both like that, pumping into Loki nice and hard, but going more methodical and gentle with Haruhime. When Haruhime finished coming, I spoke up. "Either of you want Celestial Bliss Trick?"

"I do!" Loki practically shouted. "Give it to me!" I reached in between her breasts, plucking that strand of Fate, wrapping it around my thumb, and then getting back to pounding her pussy. I could feel her tighten on my cock in anticipation, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth, and she went back to licking at Haruhime's clit. She was even more enthusiastic at that point, probably because she knew soon enough she wouldn't be able to do it once the magic kicked in.

Haruhime squirmed on my cock, pausing her licking. "Ahm... I do enjoy it... but then I can't participate..." Haruhime said uncertainly, voicing her thoughts even as I kept fucking her.

"Who cares about participating! Drake's nice as fuck, he'd pluck that string and let you ride it out for the rest of your life if you asked!" I felt Haruhime tighten at that, her pleasant inner walls caressing my cock and largely arresting my movement for the moment.

"Then, if it's okay with you..." Haruhime breathed out, and I reached up in between her breasts, snaking around Loki's still-groping hands to pluck it. Once again, Haruhime's pussy tightened as she felt her body start to get more sensitive, her little squeaks becoming more regular, and louder, as I kept fucking her.

Neither of the pair orgasmed before Celestial Bliss Trick kicked in, but once it did, Loki just moaned and flopped forward, letting me rail her cunt to high heaven without complaint. Haruhime had a few seconds of quietly suckling her goddess's clit, before the pleasure hit her too, and she turned into a thrashing, rolling mess, tail beating around frantically. Loki's hands even lost their grip on Haruhime's tits in the throes of pleasure, and as such, I pulled her backwards, letting her and Haruhime get face-to-face - and giving me a better position to enjoy the view of Haruhime's naked body.

Loki, even as she moaned and drooled and spasmed on my cock, turned out to have enough sense to lean down and forward, pressing her lips into Haruhime's sharing an upside-down kiss with the renard. Their makeout was noisy and sloppy, and Loki's hands eventually found their way back to groping Haruhime's boobs, while I just fucked both of them at the same time, their pussies going absolutely wild around my cock as I pounded Loki and softly, lovingly fucked Haruhime.

In that moment, for whatever reason, it struck me just how lucky I was. I had the gorgeous, vivacious Loki on the one hand, who cutely loved me in a way she hated to admit as being anything other than pure carnality, currently speared on my cock, happy to get fucked absolutely senseless by yours truly. I had the equally beautiful Haruhime, a sweet and earnest young woman who saw me as her personal savior and loved me with all her heart, who would accept pretty much anything I did to her (an acceptance I would never take advantage of, to be clear), happily squirming under a makeout and grope session form Loki as I fucked her.

And I had both of them for the rest of my life - which would probably be approximately forever.

It was to that particular thought that I lost control, going balls deep in both women and coming hard.

When I finished coming, I got right back to fucking both of them absolutely senseless, knowing that at least at sex, I was the best.

* * *

The entire reason we'd bought that grimoire is that the monster was clearly strong. It had killed multiple parties without leaving anyone alive to speak of it, and the only reason anyone had gotten away was running at the first sign of danger, and hurling magic stones off to one side. It wasn't part of the books, at least not as far as Rei or Julia recalled.

Most likely, then, it was something from later in the books... which meant it was probably crazy powerful, since it would have to go up against the Level Sixes and Sevens that the books had.

Thus, the Loki familia's contribution was heavily focused around me. I was the strongest member of the familia by that point, and also the one least negatively impacted by getting killed. It wasn't that I was the only one in the Dungeon, but that I was generally the vanguard and scout, with others moving slower or in large numbers to clear out alternate paths. We split the work with the Freya familia, pretty much slicing the chunk of Dungeon that the monster could be in straight down the middle.

So, when I finally found it, it was by my lonesome. A caravan replete with Level Sixes was about two minutes behind me, and Haruhime was nowhere nearby, though my body nearest her told her what was happening, and I used the maps to try to triangulate positions so they could get closer.

The creature itself lacked much in the way of a clear form. I let my anima glow to light up the dim of the Dungeon better, sapphire blue light bathing the walls, but the monster's form still seemed to resist easy identification, slithering and bubbling against it. "Ohhh?" Came a feminine voice from the creature, twisting and rolling uneasily around. I didn't have any particularly great ideas for how to kill something that big, and I was mostly buying time for others to catch up, so I let it quietly twist and pop and bubble and eventually produce what looked to be the upper body of a young girl from one part of it. "Oh! It's an adventurer, and it's all alone!"

"I'm not alone."

"Yes you are! Don't lie to me." The creature puffed up, swelling its flesh appropriately. "You're alone, and you glow, which is interesting! I wonder if glowing things taste better?" At that point, it surged, a massive maw seeming to form in what had previously been an uneasy surface, Venus fly trap teeth snapping out towards me. I took a leap backwards, narrowly outpacing the movements, and hurled a knife out towards the apparent head. It just sank in, seemingly harmlessly, the creature not even seeming to notice. "Hey! You jumped away, huh? That's not nice!" I yanked on the knife, tearing out a chunk of the face, but again, it might as well have been nothing. "Stop moving so I can eat you!"

"No," I said, continuing to dart backwards as it chased after me. I threw out invisible threads of Fate to yank myself along, each chomping movement of the creature's teeth missing me by only a foot at most. It would surge forward, try to bite, and I'd narrowly yank myself beyond its maw.

I opened a scent bag, the horrid smell hitting me and making my eyes water, then I hurled it into the creature's mouth as it moved after me. It just swallowed and gulped it down. "Oo, that tastes interesting!" Was the creature's response, seemingly unnoticing. "It tastes kind of like that gas that sometimes escapes after I eat an adventurer! What is it, huh? You have to tell me!"

As it demanded answers, of course, it didn't stop chasing me down. Its mouth snapped at my heels, and again and again I narrowly escaped it. With the aid of a map held in another body's hand (one safely off in Stefyurga) and some careful timing on my part, I drew the creature right past a T bend - and on the hook, Riveria finished her chant. "...flense them, wings of Hraesvelgr! My name is Alf!"

The entire group on the caravan were over a hundred feet away, but were pushed back, vehicles knocked over. The body nearest the T-bend was hurled bodily forward, losing its balance altogether and rolling repeatedly across the ground before I managed to throw out a strand of Fate and heft myself up off the ground. The monster itself had a huge chunk ripped out the middle of it, flesh just sagging awkwardly around the injury. It moved almost like it had been impaled against the wall, its body plastered against it on both sides, but I could see the gaping wound as it shuddered and jerked in place.

"Ehn? Ehhh? You can't- you're not allowed, to, to do something like that! It hurt!" The body slowly peeled itself off the wall, and the group with the caravan decided to abandon the carts to just run away.

All save me and Riveria. "Chant again," I told her, and she nodded, beginning the very-long chant of the Vas Windheim spell.

The body guarding Riveria hurled a knife at the face that was talking, but despite landing crosswise and pretty neatly cutting the head in two, the thing didn't seem to even notice. "Hurting me isn't allowed! I don't like it! I'm going to- that's it! I'm going to eat you! Oooo! You made me mad now!"

"You were already going to eat us," I pointed out.

"I'm not getting tricked into talking to my food!" It had finally gotten itself unstuck from the wall, and just hurtled towards me and Riveria. I leapt towards it, just bodily throwing myself into its mouth, two knives out as I approached. The mouth snapped shut around me - or, it would have, if I hadn't Ducked Fate. The creature paused in a mix of momentary confusion and the attempt to digest me, as I landed on what might be called its back, stabbing knives into it sharply, over and over. A tentacle reached around backwards towards me, cutting into my back, and I cut at it frantically. My other body - the one scraped up by the force of Vas Windheim - attacked from the opposite side, carving into its back, and the creature wriggled as it tried to get out of place.

"...flense them, wings of Hræsvelgr!" Riveria finished, not even seeming bothered as she spoke. "My name is Alf!"

I had to Duck Fate twice over, as the massive gust of wind ripped through the flesh of the monster, peeling apart and away the mouth, leaving it twitching and jerking as it was once more compressed and flattened against the far wall, flesh now splayed out. The movements were belabored and sluggish as it twitched in place. "Huh, huh?" It sputtered in confusion. "This isn't... um... you have to stop now, time out."

Riveria showed no sign of mercy to the creature. She didn't even say a single word beyond the next chant, this one for Rea Laevateinn: "The flame will soon be released. Creeping war, unavoidable destruction..."

"Hey! Hey, no more spells, they hurt! They hurt they hurt they hurt!" The creature hurled itself bodily towards Riveria, and I only barely managed to arrest its movement by hurling a strand of Fate both it, and the far wall - even that wasn't really enough, with the wall ripping free and the creature starting to move again. "Stop i~it!"

"Burn them through, Sword of Surtr - my name is Alf!" Riveria finished, and a gigantic gust of flame hit the creature, with Riveria herself letting out a sagging noise, collapsing to one knee, fingers clenched tight to her staff.

"Not fair not fair," it sputtered out, flickers of flame now illuminating its body. Unlike Vas Windheim, Rea Laevateinn was completely discriminate, so I was unharmed (beyond the extent to which the creature had already injured me). "Magic is not! Fair! I don't use magic, huh, so you can't," it declared, continuing to writhe and wriggle towards Riveria, who just looked up at it with an exhausted expression that told me clear enough that she had no chance to get away.

At that point, Haruhime both arrived around a corner - carried on my back - and finished her incantation. In a scant moment, all three of my bodies on the scene were endowed with power, and I just tossed the exhausted Haruhime away behind me, trusting one of the people following us to catch her.

Then, with three bodies currently as strong as a Level Eight, I went to town on the monster, carving into its flesh deep, peeling away layers, seeking out its magic stone. It gave up on Riveria, instead trying to cut into my flesh, but I made quick, defensive slices that protected my body and cost it tentacle after tentacle. It made various whiny wails of complaint about how none of this was fair until I managed to find something hard beneath the flesh, cutting towards it. "Wait, stop! Stop stop stop! That really, no! No no no! Stop that, you can't-!" It shrieked in panic, twisting in on itself as I burrowed my way towards what I figured had to be the magic core. "No no no no stop stop you have to stop I don't- no! No no no!" It squawked in increasing panic, cutting at me, crushing the body that was getting towards the core - but I managed to dig in anyway, despite the crushing pressure and slices and acid that seemed to rain down atop me in response. I grabbed the core at that point and smashed my knife into it, making the creature creak and squeal and crush me all the tighter.

Two more smashes of my knife and the thing broke on the core - but now there was a fingers-thick crack in the material, which I could stuff both hands into and just rip. The entire time, the pressure of the creature pushed down against me, my two other present bodies using strands of Fate to pull back at the flesh trying to relieve the pressure.

All its panicking got more energetic, more noisy - and then, at last, I cracked its core in two, and it instantly fell silent and inert, simply collapsing against the ground in a bubbling, frothy mess of flesh, steaming as it evaporated into the air.

At that point, the nearby groups could regroup on my position. Cass cradled Haruhime in her hands, my renard bride unconscious from casting that spell, and she gave me a quiet look of disapproval as I emerged from the creature's corpse. "Sorry," I told her. "I didn't want to endanger Haruhime."

Cass stared at me, then nodded quietly. "She could... have gotten hurt..."

"Less than if that thing got its hands on her. And you caught her, right?" Cass nodded. "I figured it would probably be you - I threw her underhanded to make sure somebody could catch her."

"Still... be extra nice... when she wakes up..."

"Of course," I reassured Cass.

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Darkness stared at the massive, engorged, throbbing cock, attached to her interdimensional rapist/slaver/master. It just quietly twitched in front of her face as she stared up at it, the thing towering over her, silently telling her that she was utterly beneath it, that she was an intrinsically inferior being meant to get fucked and used like a living fleshlight.

Her unused cunt quietly throbbed as she stared at it, going cross-eyed. Her clit ground against her bodysuit, her lips half-open, a bit of drool slipping out of her mouth.

All her most debauched, wild, terrible fantasies had come true...

Well, no, not quite all, the man who owned her didn't whore her out to make a quick buck, didn't drink, never threw anything at her head, and also he was much more fit and handsome than she'd imagined.

Other than that, though, he was perfect.

Perfectly terrible.

His cock was the sort of bitchbreaker that she had thought didn't exist in real life, and he just idly smacked her face with it, a quiet denigration to remind her of its sheer power and girth. She let out a hot pant, and he chuckled darkly down at her. "Enjoying yourself, Darkness?" He asked her, a sneer on his lips.

He could see through her. He had to see through her, to ask questions like that, didn't he? "N-no!" She stammered out, feeling the heat in her cheeks as she gulped. He smacked her face with his cock again, earning another soft pant from Darkness, her nipples perky and scraping against her top as she was disrespected like that. "I... you're... your cock is just... big, so I'm... startled by how big! It's probably because, I don't know, your mother fucked a horse or something!"

He frowned at that, his expression seeming annoyed. He grabbed a tangle of her hair, yanking her up off her knees, and just pulling her up by the hair until she was dangling in front of him, her legs a few inches off the ground. The look in his eyes was one of scarcely-restrained malice, as if he were looking at the worst person he had ever met. She tried not to moan in response, just biting her lip and staring back as defiantly as she could manage. "Don't insult my mother," he told her. His voice was sharp and uncaring. "Do you understand, Darkness?"

She gulped as she stared up at him. She wanted... wanted to see how hard he would go if she kept insulting his mother... but also she loved him, and it clearly actually upset him... plus he was smart and not completely controlled by his savage, brutish, rapist instincts, but capable of resisting the urge to rape her if he felt she was misbehaving. "Y-yes, Master, I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking."

"You do that a lot, don't you? Fail to think?" He let go of her hair, and she collapsed to her knees a moment later, once more kneeling right in front of his monstrously glorious cock, the cock designed to turn a woman's holes inside out. She went cross-eyed again as he slapped her. "You can't think too well when you've got a cock in your face, is that it?"

"Yuh, yes, I can't, Master," she breathed out, drool running down her chin and splashing her tits. Was that too much of a confession? "It- it stinks! The smell, it's so-!" She was cut off as he stuffed the very tip of his cock up into her nostrils, forcing her to snort his thick, stinky, delicious precum, her brain frying for a moment at the sudden shocking sensation.

"How are things between you and my other women?" He asked her, and she looked up at him, delirious as his cock continued to just rub at her nostrils, smearing that thick, masculine scent around. It was the best thing she'd ever smelled in her life. "Rei, Loki... I'm sure they enjoy using my noble knight turned slave girl, don't they?"

"Ahm..." Darkness gulped loudly, staring up at Drake. "I... Loki... thinks I'm 'too easy!' Which- which is absurd! You kidnapped and raped me, you b-b-b-b-b-bad person!" She couldn't make her say the word 'bastard,' even though he absolutely was a bastard! She just loved him too much! (And also was worried that sort of name would get a negative reaction like the reference to his mother!)

"Rei doesn't mind easy bitches," he told her, casually peeling his cock away from her nose, then letting it flop against her face, resting along her features as she trembled beneath it. She wanted him to stuff it in her throat. "How are things with her?"

"Goo~ood," she breathed out drunkenly, staring at the cock as it rested across one eye, occluding her view.

"Beg for it," he told her. "Beg for my cock, and I'll rape your throat like you so dearly want."

"I don't," she whimpered out, pitifully. She knew no one could believe her, not with the way she warbled and twitched, but just admitting to it was all wrong.

He shook his head. "Liar," he told her, smacking her face with his cock again, making her almost collapse to the ground in bliss. "One day, you're going to learn to beg, Darkness," he told her. "You're immortal now," he reminded her. She wasn't sure if she believed him, but he'd said it lots, and the other women he had - the ones who weren't his sex slaves - said the same thing. "You're going to live forever. You're going to live long enough to learn that begging is what that mouth of yours was made for - not sucking cock." He took a step back, his cock moving away from her mouth in the process, and she let out an involuntary whimper, worried that he wasn't going to fuck her at all. "Once you learn to beg, I'll pop your cherry and turn you into my broodmare."

She whimpered at that, too. All her natural womanly instincts - both her love of Drake, and her love of sadistic domination - were telling her that she wanted to be his broodmare, that she wanted to get creampied by his fat cock and knocked up with his children. To be forced to carry his children...

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. It was pure sexual instinct, her tongue dancing invitingly in the air, hoping that he'd fuck her face anyway, that he'd treat her with the casual contempt of a man who knew what he wanted, who knew that her opinion didn't matter - and she got another cockslap for her trouble, tumbling down to the ground this time. He planted one foot on her cheek, just holding her in place down there. Her pussy wept in anticipation, her eyes widening as she wondered if she was about to get bred regardless of her opinion.

Then the door opened, and she saw another one of Drake's bodies, and Rei herself, the large-breasted lesbian grinning sadistically down at Darkness. Drake removed his foot from Darkness's face, grabbed her hair, tugged her up and forcing her to stare into Rei's eyes. Rei herself just clasped Darkness's cheeks, squishing them together, her brain delirious with arousal from the way she was being manhandled. She was a piece of meat as far as these two were concerned. A rapeable piece of meat. "Drake says you were a bad girl who didn't admit what she is and what she wants," she said, a vivid grin on her lips, as if she was describing how she'd just gotten the most wonderful Christmas present.

Darkness hadn't been very interested in women before being kidnapped to Orario, but then, she'd never known they could be so deliciously sadistic as Rei was! She was even worse/better than Drake! "No... I don't want this," Darkness said, panting softly.

"Yeah?" Rei reached into her mouth with two fingers. "Then bite me," she dared Darkness, as her fingers rubbed along Darkness's tongue. The rubbing movements made her ever more aroused, her breathing becoming ragged, her chest rising and falling with each passing movement. Darkness didn't bite her, knowing it would be fruitless. "That's your tongue done," Rei said, as casually as if discussing the weather. "Now the palate." She flipped her hand upside down, and the same spreading arousal hit the roof of her mouth too, her whole body quivering at the intense stimulation, saliva dribbling freely from her mouth. Rei pulled her fingers out of Darkness's mouth, leaving her to pant softly, staring with dim eyes at the Japanese girl. "Your throatpussy needs some modification too."

"My- throatpussy?" She sputtered the words out, and then Rei dragged her into a kiss, forcing her mouth open, her tongue seeming obscenely long as it slipped into Darkness's mouth. It ran right past the back of her mouth, sliding into her throat and rubbing all along, squirming and slapping and writhing. She quivered as that same intensity and arousal, jerking softly, feeling just about ready to come before Rei peeled back and out of her mouth.

"There. I fixed your mouthpussy," Rei declared, grinning maliciously down at Darkness. "Now it's time to learn your place, bitch," Rei said - and then she wore an obscene expression for a moment as their eyes locked.

Darkness's pussy gushed, her clit throbbed, a low moan escaped her throat involuntarily. She just squirmed in Drake's grasp, her brain frying as her arousal spiked and peaked and she orgasmed without any direct stimulation. The man himself used his grip on her hair, forcing her to her feet even as her knees knocked against one another. His other body grabbed her hips, twisting her around, ripping off her bodysuit's leggings, pointing his cock at her asshole and just ramming it inside her, making her orgasm in the midst of her first orgasm.

She could hardly think, as Drake stuffed another cock into her mouth and throat. The feeling of it rubbing along the inside of her throat was intensely arousing, and Rei herself collapsed onto the ground, panting and moaning as she watched the scene from below, quivering in pleasure as if it was her who was getting fucked. "If you had just said that you wanted to suck my cock, then none of this would be happening," Drake told her, as he rammed her face with his massive bitchbreaker, his balls repeatedly slapping her chin as her throatpussy got pounded. Her asshole was being thoroughly reamed as well, the man groping and squeezing her ass cheeks as he mashed into her from behind, and since he was taller than her, she was on her tiptoes, her body mostly held up by the reality that she was being spitroasted by Drake.

She quivered in blissful pleasure at the treatment, of course, going cross-eyed as she got her mouth and sphincter raped by the brutish cruel rapist slaver that she loved. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she lost herself in the moment, her tits swaying back and forth, her nipples scraping along her top, her pussy just gushing freely now that her bodysuit had been ripped away from her lower body, thighs growing slick and wet as she was used and abused by Drake.

She was coming her brains out, too. Orgasm after orgasm hit her, like a hammer to the skull. Her beloved rapist was absolutely right in everything he said. She was a needy little slut being put in her place properly by an interdimensional slaver, her mouth and asshole roughly used for his own selfish pleasure. (Never mind that she was coming her brains out...)

The fact that her virginal cunt was going unused only added to the delight of the experience, and she almost - almost! - asked him to plug up her pussy and creampie her, to irrevocably turn her into his broodmare with his ultra-virile seed. She managed to hold out, just barely, and let him rape her mouthpussy and asshole instead.

He said some mean things to her but she didn't really process much of them, to be honest, since she was coming too hard. She was pretty sure he called her a slut, a living fuckdoll, and a needy little whore, and told her that she just needed to accept her place as a mindbroken fuckslave, that her virgin pussy was something he wasn't fucking only because it wasn't worth fucking it as long as she was a recalcitrant slave, and some other things like that. Even if she would probably still rather he was ugly, he was such the perfect brute that she didn't mind his handsome body.

When he finally came inside her from both ends, he just flooded her mouth with his delicious cum, some of it spurting up out of her nose as she shivered in bliss, her asshole feeling like she was being completely filled with truly obscene quantities of semen, which she probably was, because when he pulled out, a puddle of the stuff dribbled out onto her feet and the floor beneath her.

He just dropped her then, letting her tumble onto the ground in a messy heap. He got himself dressed, hefted up Rei in the sweetest bridal carry, and abandoned her alone in the room, the thick scent of his cum clogging up her nostrils, her asshole leaking out his thick creamy load. He didn't even spare her a glance as he departed.

The casual, contemptuous way he treated her was one of the reasons she loved him.

Well, that and the mind control, of course.

Less than a minute later, that other sex slave - the tall girl with the short hair and small breasts - came into the room, gently hefting Darkness's head and planting it in her lap. "Are you alright, sister-slave?" She gingerly ran her fingers through Darkness's hair, and Darkness could only nod, her throat still fucked raw and sensitive from Rei's wicked, sensual magic. "I heard that the master was very rough with you..."

"I... ahn... it's so good, the way... the way he rapes me," she got out, gulping as she spoke. "I can't resist it."

"He says you resisted telling him that you wanted to suck his cock."

She let out a hot breath at that memory. "Ahn... but I was rewarded... err, punished, for my resistance," she said.

"Mmm, he did mention that, too," her sister-slave said, sliding two fingers into Darkness's mouth, rubbing along her tongue. She squirmed, leg kicking like a bitch's at the sensation - and then slapped away the girl's hand.

Like she wanted to have consensual lesbian sex with her fellow slave! The only way she'd fuck another slave is if Drake cruelly ordered her to, purely so he could enjoy watching before raping them! "Don't put your fingers in my mouth."

Her sister-slave snorted at that. "Not unless Drake says to, right?" Darkness squinted and nodded.

"He never uses us at the same time anyway," Darkness huffed. The fact that her master/rapist/lover/owner could give her, and multiple other girls, gangbangs at the same time, was incredibly hot, but mostly he just raped her while Loki or Rei watched and/or played with her.

"Mhm," her sister-slave said. "You enjoyed yourself, though, right?"

"H-how could I not... he magically alters my body, my mind, just to make me a better fucktoy for him..." She shivered and drooled, his thick scent still clogging up her nose. "I can't resist the pleasure..."

"Of course. Of course," her sister-slave said, patting her gently.

* * *

Pauline cracked open the dead Grand Treant, popping out the crystal. It evaporated appropriately before she tossed the stone to Jenny. She hummed to herself as she worked, remembering a pleasant working song that her mother used to use when she was cooking.

"I'm getting a bad vibe," Thran said from the head of the party, sniffing at the air as his tail twitched behind him. "I'm not smelling the green."

"Smelling the green?" Denner asked, as Pauline just cracked open the next Grand Treant.

"Yeah. Grass, trees, vegetation. The scent's weaker than it should be."

"There are fire salamanders on a neighboring level," Denner said.

"If I smelled crispy stuff, I'd have said so, Denner. It's like the Dungeon ate all the trees from here on out, or something." Thran grabbed a lamp from one of the other adventurers, twisting a knob to expand its light, hefting it over his head. Pauline spared a glance that way... and he was right. The walls ahead were scraped of vegetation, and the floor wasn't much better, cool dirt replacing wet grass. "We should turn 'round. I don't like this."

"It just means less stuff to hide the Treants, no?" Denner asked, idly scratching his arm where he'd gotten surprised by one. The healing potion had left no visible wound, but Denner always complained about the injury itching afterwards.

"This is the Dungeon," Thran started - then stopped. His ears twitched, and he dropped the lamp, drawing his bow and aiming into the darkness. The whole party went on edge, with the animal-folk's ears swiveling towards something that Pauline definitely couldn't see. She just squinted into the darkness, catching only glimmers of the lamp's overblown light against distant walls...

"Ah, ah!" The voice from the darkness was female, playful, gregarious. "Oh, there's a lot of magic stones! A lot a lot!" Childish, too. A pallum, or a young party member? Maybe a supporter who got separated? Or maybe she was with her party, but there weren't any other voices joining her. "Please give me all those magic stones and then enter my belly, thank you!"

That was the last thing the creature said before it just rushed out of the darkness, a monstrous shape that Pauline scarcely got time to recognize as a thing rather than a weird shadow, before it had bitten Thran right in half. She responded instantly, and with the best idea she had - she grabbed Jenny's bag, hurled it past the monster in the hopes of momentarily distracting it, and took off with Jenny's hand in hers.

Some instinct told her that fighting that thing was a fool's errand.

The fact that only her and Jenny made it back to the surface told her she was right.

* * *

Ottar stood quietly behind his goddess, who was idly stirring a cup of tea. Other members of his familia had arrayed themselves across their half of the room - Allen leaned against one wall, handing off death glares to Drake, the Gullivers quietly seated next to one another, also giving death glares to Drake, Ragnar and Selland having a stare-off with one another. On the other half of the room were arranged much of the highest Levels of the Loki familia. The old guard - Tione, Tiona, Bete, Finn, Ais, Riveria, and Gareth - and part of the new wave - Drake, Cassandra, Erza, Rei, the Black Agony, and Haruhime. Technically, Erza and Rei were just Level Three or Four, but their unique abilities made them far stronger than that would suggest.

Of course, as far as the rest of his familia was concerned, 'the new wave' was just Drake's harem, and they hated him because Freya hated him. There was no need for any complicated 'thinking' about the matter.

Loki herself had planted herself in Drake's lap, and was rubbing her butt against his groin while giving Freya a look that dared her to complain. Drake looked at Ottar with a cold glare of his own, presumably because Ottar had tried to have the Black Agony killed.

Freya sipped her tea, pretending to be oblivious to the acrimony and the fact that the two familias had just barely avoided a war over the past year. Ottar knew she probably regretted that fact more than anyone else... but you couldn't put the egg back in the chicken, or the Red Dragon back in the Dungeon. What was done was done.

"So what are we here for?" Loki called out to Royman Mardeel, a fat, older elven gentleman. "Hope you're not tryin' to make us play nice, because that sure ain't happenin'."

"Our familia-" Freya began.

"Oh, shut your yaphole," Loki interrupted, and the entire Freya side of the room bristled. Including Ottar himself, whose glare became razor sharp as he stared at Loki.

"It's a mouthpussy," Rei provided. "I've seen her coming her brains out while choking on Drake's cock. If she did that more instead of using her mouth for giving her shitty thoughts about stuff, she'd be a lot cooler." Freya impassively raised one hand, telling her familia not to attack without sparing Rei so much as a glance.

"Syr ain't Freya," Loki replied with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Ahem," Royman interrupted, coughing loudly. "This is not related to the issues between your two familias," he said, dabbing his forehead of sweat with a napkin. "Three adventuring parties, each with at least one member of at least Level Four, have been wiped out in the Dungeon over the past two weeks."

"The Dungeon is a dangerous place," Freya said mildly, sipping her cup, keeping her eyes on it.

"You are correct, Lady Freya. However, the last of the groups to be wiped out, from the Ra familia, had two survivors. A pair of supporters who fled in the opening moments of the battle," he explained. "They saw the monster that did it."

"Oh? What kind of monster is it?" Loki asked, leaning forward.

"I will probably describe it inadequately," Royman said, dabbing his head once more. "So if you would allow, I can ask the two young ladies to come in and tell you their story."

"Oo, and they're cute girls?" Loki asked. Even her own familia gave her a look of casual disgust. "What? I'm just asking!"

* * *

"...and it looked like, um, a giant mouth, kind of, with really long, thin teeth, kind of like this," Pauline explained, her fingers miming lacing together. "It was kind of hard to make out the shape, but I'm pretty sure it had, like, tentacles," she continued, clearly not used to being the center of attention in a large group like this.

"It didn't have a, um, clear... what's the word... silhouette!" Jenny added. "I think that's part of why Thran didn't see it until it was too late."

"From what you tell us, it sounds like it was too late the moment the creature attacked," Freya said. She raised her head up from staring at the tea at that point, closing her right eye and turning her head to the left, entirely obscuring the Loki familia from her gaze as she focused her left eye on Pauline. "You say it spoke?"

"Yes! It asked for our magic stones, so I, um... well, I threw the magic stones past it. I was hoping that it would distract it from the rest of our party."

"But you fled before finding out if it did," Freya said. Pauline gulped and nodded. "Don't look so ashamed. You survived. Because of that, your familia will be avenged by the full might of the Loki and Freya familias, working together. Other familias that might have fallen will be saved."

"Ehh? I didn't agree to help with this crap," Loki said, arms crossed. "If you want to do it, you can do it."

"Freya's... right..." Cassandra said, and Ottar instantly knew that was why Freya had been so eager to offer her support. "We should... help..."

"It's not the first talking monster we've had occasion to deal with," Finn said, which made the 'new wave' of the familia all turn their heads his way. All of them save Rei and Drake, at least. "The creature with Revis's stone in it," he reminded them.

"Oh, right," Julia said, tapping her head. "I forgot!"

"Revis's stone...?" Pauline asked.

"Nothing terribly important," Finn said, with a gentle smile. "Thank you for the information, Pauline. We will handle the creature, and ensure it cannot harm anyone else."

"Thank you, um, both of... all of you," Pauline said.

"Ehh, anything for a pretty girl," Loki said. Everybody once more looked at her with contempt. "Two pretty girls, my bad."

"I don't think that's what anyone is annoyed by," Drake said, wrapping his arms over Loki's belly and pulling her into a tighter, more intimate hug. The woman in question blushed at the touch and hold, but also showed no signs of complaining.

"Yeah, yeah," Loki said.

"You two may take your leave and mourn your comrades," Freya said. "If we have any further questions, we will see to asking them of you." Pauline and Jenny understood the message, leaving the two familias alone in the room once more. Freya just returned her attention to her cup, even though by this point she had drained it of tea. "How will we be dividing up the labor, exactly?"

"I'll do all the work, and you can take all the credit, how's that sound, bitch?" Loki asked. "That sound like your kinda thing?"

"This monster sounds very, very powerful," Freya noted. "Ottar is the strongest adventurer in all Orario."

"Nah, that's my beau here," Loki said, her fingers reaching up over her shoulder to run along Drake's cheek. "Wait, I mean boy! Boy!"

"Ottar has consistently had stats over 900 every time he Leveled up," Freya said. "They are the same Level now, and Drake does not have stats of over 900 now, or on every previous Level."

"Yeah, but Ottar, he only has one body, so he can only fuck you in one hole. Drake has like... how many bodies do you have now, Drakey-wakey?"

"Thirty six."

"Yeah. Thirty six," Loki said, stupid smugness radiating from her body. "Plus he's got extra powers that make him good at fighting, whereas all Ottar is, is a dumb lug."

"Could you please stop sniping Freya?"

"She tried to kill your wife," Loki said, gesturing towards the Black Agony with disbelief.

"That was my own action," Ottar said. "Lady Freya did not ask me to do any such thing. I acted on my own, without her guidance or approval. Nor did I tell her of my intent."

"Ugh. Stupid lie detector bullass," Loki sighed, leaning back into Drake.

"I imagine that our two familias would have difficulty working together on this matter," Freya said, "so it would probably be for the best if we created 'hunting parties' and divided up the appropriate Floors of the Dungeon. Does that sound fair to you?"

"Sure, sounds great, then my kids don't get any more of your loser bracket harem's stink on them. But you could at least look me in the eyes when you talk."

Freya sneered, raising her gaze from the teacup at last, fixing completely on Loki. "Perhaps if you had not brought that loathsome filthy little maggot-soul here," Freya snapped out. "Besides, it's quite rich hearing complaints about not making eye contact from Little Miss Fox-Eyes," she added, before turning her gaze back to the teacup, then rising from her seat. "Come along." She waved, and Ottar - and the rest of the familia - followed after her.

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