18 comments/ 6292 views/ 60 favorites The Dungeon Lord Ch. 01 By: BlueMuffin The only sound for miles was the rhythmic clink of metal on stone from my work. I was just thankful I was hidden from the suns blazing heat by a few meters of earth. I had maintained a pretty steady pace with this pickaxe, but in spite of the relative smoothness of my work, my mood was still pretty bleak. Occasionally I would accidentally catch a glimpse of myself in the water bucket next to me and really wish I hadn't. It was a reflection of a man's face that had been weathered by age, his hands wrinkled, and his back crooked. It was not the look of a man who had aged gracefully. My grey robes were in tatters and covered with dust and dirt. The lantern hanging from my waist completed the look; old, worn, and barely functioning well enough to illuminate a few meters in front of me. My whole body was uncomfortably drenched with sweat, and my arms were burning with the strain of just keeping my pick moving. My blistered fingers were also making their complaints known. My breathing sounded so wheezy I was genuinely surprised this old body hadn't given out yet. I couldn't stop though, at this point my body wouldn't recover even if I did, it was too tired, too hungry and too thirsty. I was just too damn old, and I was dying one breath at a time. If I stopped to rest for even a second, I wouldn't be getting back up again. If I stopped I died. If I kept going I had a chance, so I swung my pick. Then again. Over and over, I ignored the sensations in my limbs, until finally with a loud noise, a small part of the dirt wall crumbled in front of me. I involuntarily gasped in disbelief before scrambling to peep through the small hole, lifting my lantern in a desperate attempt to view into the gloom on the other side. Inside I could barely make out the silhouette of a small structure in the center of the room. I recognized it though. I had seen it a thousand times in my research notes. "Hu......hahah, ahahahahah", even in my exhausted state I couldn't help but laugh with ecstatic glee. I picked up my pace as I brought the pick down again on the cracked wall, ignoring the renewed screaming of my tired limbs as I hacked away at the final barrier, seeking to widen it enough for me to comfortably fit through. It didn't take me long to make a hole big enough for me, but each swing of the pick had been a new agony. I still practically danced a little jig as I passed through the breach into the open cavern. "Hahahahahah! I knew I could do it. A lifetime of work, doubt and monotonous searching but I fucking did it! Fuck you Glassmont academy of magic!" I bellowed as well as I could with my tired lungs. After being wracked by a bout of coughs I regained my composure and quickly got to work. My fingers shook as I grasped the necklace that was concealed around my neck, calming myself with its familiar touch just before I lifted the chain over my head and observed the attached tiny statue of an angel, hands reaching out in supplication. I took a deep wheezy breath and disconnected the statuette from its chain and placed it into the cavity of the small structure in the center of the cavern. The base of the figure was a bit too small for a snug fit in the indent within the cavity and I briefly feared that it was incompatible. My fears proved unfounded however, as instantly the gloomy air of the cavern lit up in technicolor as streams of light swirled through the air before diving into the stone skin of the statue, the steady streams of light condensing within the statue, dying it in multicolored splotches before finally mixing together into a clear white light that slowly covered it's surface until it glowed with a blinding radiance. It was almost anti-climactic how efficient it was, I couldn't even sense a shred of mana in the air, yet there it was, glowing in front of me. "Such a small thing..." I chuckled, amazed at the sheer power condensed within the tiny enchanted statue; in just a few seconds it had managed to produce, refine and store more raw mana than the entire continents mageholds could produce in a year. Hell, I could still remember a time when mana storage was just a theory. The magical mastery of mages prior to the 'World Sundering' surely were on a whole different level to what could be produced now. Now for the hardest part of this whole exercise, I took a deep breath as I prepared myself mentally for an ordeal that would take hours of focused concentration, where a single misstep would obliterate me utterly. With shaking hands I slowly moved forward and cautiously grasped the statuette. The feeling was instantaneous as my entire body was filled with the statue's power, my magical circuits practically sparkling within my soul as they attempted to process so much raw mana. It was only a lifetime's worth of practice and preparation that stopped me from being immolated on the spot. Even with that my magical circuits were still beginning to fail under the strain, each one cultivated by years of practice and completely irreplaceable via conventional healing were beginning to short out one by one, taking a bit of my magical ability with them each time. I couldn't rush though. I began my work slowly as I slowly started to redirect the mana's flow, a little bit at a time over the course of hours. If I could put it into mundane terms, it was akin to redirecting the flow of a roaring river with a large sheet of delicate glass. Still I persevered as I turned the flow of mana so that instead of it flowing into me and trying to dissipate through me into the air, I redirected it so that it entered my body, flowed through my mana circuits, and then moved invisibly through the air and back into the statuette, creating a circuit between me and the statuette. Linking us permanently. The relief as I finally created the circuit between us was also instantaneous, magical circuits that had died of mana overload moments or hours before restoring themselves just as quickly, thicker and stronger than before. I supposed in some ways I had just made myself some kind of pseudo living lich, complete with a life sustaining mana phylactery. I was now a being of living magic as much as I was a man. A living magic core. The feeling of the power flowing through me was intoxicating, all my previous tiredness had dissipated, and in fact my whole body was tingling with untapped energy. As I looked at my hands I saw that the wrinkles of a lifetime had completely disappeared, leaving behind only smooth pale skin that was far smoother and healthier than anything I had laid claim to even in my youth. Curious, with a wave of my hand, I conjured a mirror into the air in front of me; the obscene mana requirements of converting energy into matter requiring not even a incurring a shred of fatigue in me. I looked into the mirror in shock. Still loosely wrapped in my tattered rags, the body before me was that of a golden haired youth, perhaps just on the cusp of adulthood. The figure was petite with slim delicate limbs and blemish-less snow white skin. It was a body that that could have been called both handsome and beautiful in equal measure. I supposed some comparison could have been made to a child of the Aelfir, on account of the delicate features, emotive blue eyes and very slight sharpening of the ears, but such a comparison would be like comparing a candle to a bonfire. I recognized it surely as the face of my youth, but changed as if someone had inclined to shape it such that my features would be loved universally. I knew surely it was a face and body that would heat the blood of many a maiden, married woman, and even convince a few men to perhaps once make an exception to their gender preference. It was beauty and handsomeness that could only be engineered supernaturally for a human hand could never craft such delicate balance. Only my eyes hadn't truly changed, now beautiful I supposed, but still carrying the weight of my years as I remembered them, resulting in an aura of agelessness. After a lifetime of being painfully average in the looks department, and the last few years as a nearly decrepit old man, I was tempted to jump up and down in glee, but I reined the impulse in. Although I was genuinely happy, the urge to jump up and down wasn't one I would have felt as a man in his sixties, causing me to wonder if the youthful urge to jump up and down was a result of me now inhabiting a younger body. I would need to keep an eye on my urges in order to check for abnormalities in future. Right now though I had work to do and all the power in the world to do it with. "Now then, let's see what we can do." I dismissed the mirror in a puff of multicolored smoke. Next I chanted a short spell in the ancient tongue to create some floating orbs of light and had them float out to spread evenly across the cavern. As I properly took in my surroundings I shook my head in dismay before chanting to cast a longer spell. When I finished it, the cave, that had been more or less been an uneven looking natural cavity, began to change as it smoothed itself out until the walls and floor were a smooth grey brick that reminded me of my home in magehold. With that done I chanted again and the room spread outwards and upwards as I simultaneously sunk us lower into the earth, until it was a spacious hall with a high ceiling. The small statue was still sitting in its alcove in the center. I surveyed my handiwork for a second before deciding that it looked kind of underwhelming, and with a flick of my hand had a chunk of floor rise up so the statuette was sitting on a large stone alter. I added in a few decorative arches and pillars and it was all suddenly looking a lot more impressive. Happy with that for now I moved onto the next task. I bit into the flesh of my finger, wincing slightly as I drew blood, before using the bleeding digit to draw a magic circle on the cobblestone floor. Standing back I began my chant once more. It was longer and more complex than the one to change the room but it was still not even close to the difficulty of linking with the statuette and took only take a few minutes. As I chanted the light orbs around the room flickered slightly and inched slightly closer to the circle until I said the last syllable at which point they snapped back into place. Indeed, it would seem as if nothing had changed at all. "I know you are here. This trick may work on the foolish and naïve, but I know the spell worked and I have no intention of lowering my wards to check anything." I projected my voice across the room as commandingly as I could; sadly I think a lot of the intent was lost because my new body was younger and noticeably more high pitched than my older one. I would probably have to add a sinister echo or something later. After a few moments of stillness the air within the circle shimmered and where before there had been nothing but empty space, now stood a beautiful raven haired woman. She was beyond a shadow of a doubt the single hottest specimen of feminine beauty I had ever seen, and I wasn't deliberately looking for the features I may not even have noticed the horns or tail. "Sorry, it's been a while since anyone has had the mojo to summon me. Like at least a few hundred years, you can't blame a girl for hoping a few of the tricks of the trade had been forgotten, especially with a cutie like you on offer. I assume you were the one who called me?" The woman's voice sounded like the tinkling of a bell. Involuntarily I wondered what she would sound like screaming in ecstasy. I firmly shut that thought process down as I had to focus on the summoning, and not on my recently revived teenage sex drive. It didn't help that her words were supplemented by the musky scent of female arousal that I could smell even from where I was standing. A succubus was dangerous in more ways than just physical, and all the power in the world couldn't stop their appeal. She truly was as beautiful as only a creature designed for seduction could be; her vibrant green eyes and pouty red lips were framed by her silky black hair. She was wearing something that would be seen as clothing by name alone. It seemed the series of crisscrossing leather straps and belts only feature was to emphasize exactly delicate pale skin underneath. The look was completed by her long and glossy black hair that trailed in a long mane across the delicate white skin of her neck and down to her thighs. The way it writhed and twisted around her body when no wind was blowing suggested it moved according to her will. What was really drawing my attention above all else though were the pleasant swells of her massive breasts as they strained against their bindings. "That's right." I said as calmly as I could, drawing my eyes away from her tits through sheer force of will. "Well thanks for that. How about you just erase this little circle and I can show you just how thankful I am." The succubus said as she leaned forward and coquettishly moved a strap slightly to the side, exposing a slight hint of pink before moving it back. I resisted the urge to groan at how unsubtle that was... and nearly effective. "That won't be happening. If I erase that summoning circle, you would be able to act freely. At which point you would probably rape me, suck up all my mana reserves in the process, then use that to sustain yourself long enough to find someone else and repeat the process until someone managed to banish you or you ran out of mana. No, I think erasing the magic circle comes after a contract is formed." I explain as calmly as possible. As soon I said that she dropped the coquettish act and collapsed bonelessly into a sitting position on the stone floor. It was a rather lewd look, but I was pretty sure at this point it was more of a subconscious thing. When she spoke again it no longer sounds like the tingling of bells, and was more akin to what I imagined to be the husky voice of a veteran, but still young and enthusiastic whore. "Oh come on, live a little. I'm pretty sure that if you have even a hint of the mana capacity I'm sensing then I could probably fuck you for the next five years straight and not have a problem." I gave her an unamused look. I supposed she was right in that she really didn't pose a danger to me. If she burst forth from the circle right then, I could turn her into charcoal with a wave of my hand. Still, there was no point in taking unnecessary risks. "So what do you want me for then? To destroy your enemies? Sleep with you? Sleep with your enemies? Sleep with you and your enemies? Personally I'm really hoping for the last one." She gave me a wink at the last bit, and I had to use my magic to discreetly suppress a blush. Damn teenage hormones and relative lack of experience with the fairer sex for a number of important reasons! I had done well thus far, but it was only now occurring to me that I was actually talking to a sex demon. A female sex demon. Who I could get to do whatever I wanted. For a man whose entire life had been spent looking at women from afar, the difficulty level of this encounter was suddenly ramping up. Focus. "Umm. I actually want you to help me build a dungeon." I said, accidentally letting a bit of my nervousness slip in the process. The succubus sat up now, seemingly interested in more than just eye fucking me for the first time since the conversation started. "You want 'me' to help you build a dungeon? Me? The succubus?" She pointed at herself incredulously. I nodded eagerly, as I opened both arms wide to gesture at the whole hall. Now I was back in my zone, talking about a subject I had great interest in and very few opportunities to discuss. "Yep, I want a labyrinth so deep, wide and dangerous that it would be unassailable; a fortress that could rival even those of before the Great Sundering. I want to make a ridiculously big dungeon in order to rule it as king of the underground with all the women, power, money and women I could ever desire." The succubus instinctively began to massage her temples. "Ok, I get it. You said women twice by the way, and by all means build an underground dungeon... and then summon me to be a floor boss, or even the big boss. It isn't like I was never used in those roles when dungeons were still around. But to make the dungeon? Just what do you think I am!? If you want something to do that kind of work go hire some dwarves or make some golems, hell you could even enslave some goblins! But why summon a succubus!?" Ah, I saw we had a slight miscommunication, so I jumped to correct it. It occurred to me later that I might have been letting youthful exuberance get the better of me at this point. "No no no, I'm still going to use those guys for all the digging and stuff. No, what I need you for is to show me how it's done. It's like you said, you've been used as a guardian for dungeons before. That's what I need. I need someone to show me how to place the passages and rooms, set up traps and recruit monsters, tell me what they eat and how to get it, that kind of thing." I elaborate. She still seems dubious, "...Ok, I get that, but why a succubus? There are plenty of other demons, golems and angels with lower mana costs who were around back then. Hell I'm pretty sure there are some pretty sad humans who spend their whole lives studying dungeon remains." Alright she raised a fair point, and I didn't bother mentioning that I was one of those aforementioned sad humans. Hell, I was probably THE sad human dungeon expert. "There are three reasons I chose a succubus, and not say... a Valkyrie." Though I wanted a dozen of those too eventually! I raised a hand with three fingers, "Firstly, I don't trust anyone... ever. I got this far by lying, cheating and stealing for most of my life. I have spent a good portion of my life as the librarian for the Glassmont magehold, and spent that entirety of that time scouring that library for how to find this place and then actually use it. I'm pretty sure that even as we speak, my adorable student aids in the library still think I'm on my two week holiday to the countryside. No, I don't trust people because I'm a liar and a cheat through and through, and I expect the same of just about anyone else. That's why I chose a demon over a human. A demon has to absolutely obey the words of his or her contract. I can trust that. I need one person I can absolutely trust. Secondly, while I could have chosen a different kind of demon, what I really need is an advisor and not a warrior. Demons for the most part are hulking masses of muscle that really just want to kill everything. You succubae on the other hand tread that fine line between excessively dangerous extra-planar monsters, and good conversationalists. And the third reason is that... I really, really want to have sex with something. Like a lot. I'm pretty something like a Valkyrie or a Fire Goddess would object quite vigorously to that course of action on the first day. Also, after sixty years of celibacy I really want to start my new existence off with a bang if you get what I mean." I was definitely not stammering in red faced embarrassment at the end of that explanation. The sex thing is important, because... I'm a virgin, as is just about any mage that can do more than fling one fireball before falling over. The mana science is complicated, but essentially the giving and receiving of intimate pleasure essentially corrupts our mana pools. If a mage loses his or her virginity, then about half their mana pool goes with it, and a small bit goes each time they are intimate thereafter. It's not so much about the sex as it is about the exchange of pleasure between two beings. This means 'sex' does include blowjobs, handjobs, anal, and for a few poor particularly sensitive souls, kissing. This was discovered each year by a few new students at the magehold just prior to their expulsion on account of their now dismal mana pools. The Dungeon Lord Ch. 01 Low and behold this was the real reason there are so few mages in the world. It was kind of sad that humans were some of the most prolific mages in the world because we are the only race with a small percentage of members whose love of fireballs outweighs their love of intimacy. The reason I was fine though was that with the statuette constantly refreshing and cleansing my mana pool it was no longer an issue for me. Which I will admit was not an insignificant reason as to why I started this whole venture back when I was a sixteen year old who had just been told he had to choose between the ability to fling fireballs or touch breasts for the rest of his life. Now that I could have both, and a youthful body to enjoy them, I fully intended to enjoy myself as much as possible for the foreseeable future. In days past I wondered if it was proof of mental instability that I was willing to utilize an ancient magical superweapon formed from the primordial powers of chaos, just so I could form a harem and rule my kingdom as a nigh omnipotent mage lord. I always figured there were a lot worse reasons to start a kingdom. Ignorant of my internal musings, the succubus looked at me agape for a few minutes, and then she laughed. A deep fully belly one that lasted for some time. I would have been more annoyed if it wasn't for her jiggling doing such wonderful things with her best features. "...I see. You're an interesting guy. I suppose you're lucky you're cute, or I would probably be more ambivalent about this offer, but you've managed to intrigue me. Alright, sign me up." I got the distinct feeling she was just signing up because she wanted to sleep with me but that most assuredly was not a putting me off. I took out a sheaf of paper from within the folds of my tattered robes and used a little magic to float them over to the sex demon. "Ok then, just read this and sign at the bottom thanks. I already signed it so it will be binding as soon as you make your mark and we say the words." She caught the sheaf of papers in one hand, "You already have a contract written out?" She said with bemusement as she began giving it a read over, "I'll give you that you are definitely prepared... but what the hell is all this!? Just how much stuff is in here!?" She was right, their was a lot of stuff in there, but as she said, no had summoned a succubus in hundreds of years so I had to do all of my research second hand. I was pretty sure a lot of what I had written was redundant but I had to ensure it was completely airtight, and I had a lot of time to go over it in the last few years. "Sorry, but I really didn't want to take any chances. We have time though, you can spend as long as you want checking it, I'll wait." "Ah, it's really hard to read, these look more like chicken scratches than letters...Look there's even an ink splodge here!" The succubus loudly mumbled complaints while reading, while I shuffled my feet and pretended to ignore the complaints about my penmanship. No one at the library ever complained; though that might have been more to do with me being well known to have been a front runner for the position of archmage before I declined it. "Whatever, it's fine I guess, though I wish you gave me a bit more leeway on what exactly constitutes 'consent', takes all the fun out of it." She grumbled before driving a finger into a sharp fang and placed the bleeding digit down on the contract." "On my name, Radella, I swear to lend my contractor my power and knowledge in accordance with the words of my contract." She intoned solemnly. Now that she had told me her name and agreed to the contract it was safe for me to say my own. "On my name Lasmes Aldrah, I pledge to uphold this contract to the best of my ability and knowledge." In reality my part of the contract was essentially just that I supply Radella with mana for the duration of her stay and that I wouldn't intentionally cause her harm. In response to my words the contract shone for a moment for disappearing a burst of sparks and the smell of ozone. The whole process was actually pretty simple, but no less binding for it. If I attempted to violate the contract my own magic would act against me and stop me. "Alright with that done can you let me out of here." I nodded and erased the magic circle with a gesture. "I look forward to working with you Radella." It was only a moment after I said those words that I realized my mistake. Radella was a horny sex demon, and I was now physically a supernaturally attractive young man. One who had already expressed a desire for sex with aforementioned succubus and thus had given 'consent'. Truth be told I had always hoped my first time would be either romantic, or failing that with me fully in charge of a beautiful submissive harem girl. It would seem I was about to get neither. As it stood I watched as time seemed to slow as Radella spread her wings and leapt at me with the clear intent of taking me on the cold concrete floor like the dirty-boy slut I no doubt she intended for me to be. I got ready to chant a spell to stop her, but really didn't have the willpower to focus when I saw a top down view of those beautiful pale orbs of hers sale through the air towards me. We collided with an audible thump as she literally jumped on to me, dropping us both to the floor, before she drove her tongue into my mouth with uncanny precision. The musky stink of female arousal and the feel of a woman softness pressed again me was overwhelming. My tongue instinctively tried to move away but she was having none of it as she pursued it with her own, driving deep into my mouth as she grasped and wrestled it until I was too tired to resist and simply let her maul and play with my mouth as she willed. I couldn't help but notice that her saliva was delicious, like a thick syrup of exotic spices and honey. She was crouched down with her legs on either side of my body, dry humping herself onto my own burgeoning arousal. Even as we locked lips I could feel her undoing my robe's belt in an excellent display of dexterity and multitasking. Unwilling to be entirely passive during my first time, I attempted to undo the clasps of the belts around her crotch, but they were too tight for me to undo with my own clumsy attempts, and soon I felt the incredibly soft flutter of Radella's fingers moving over mine as she effortlessly undid her own clasps as well. She broke our lip lock, and with a saucy wink twisted herself round so she was facing my member, and I got my first up close view of a woman's engorged pussy. It was swollen and dripping with arousal and I could feel heat emanating from it even from a few inches away. I didn't get a moment more to admire it however as I felt Radella's deliciously pouty lips wrap around my member, plunging it into the hot wet embrace of her mouth. I tried to last, but it proved too much as I came the moment the tip of her tongue nudged the top of my glans. The pleasure of my release was so great my back arced and I loudly groaned in pleasure, spurting rope after rope of hot jism into the vacuum of the hungry succubus's mouth. She took it all, as she sucked up every last drop of fluid and swallowed it. My cock didn't even soften as my new magically enhanced body was loaded with vitality. "Hmmmm, how deliciously thick and mana heavy, were you just a little backed up Lasmy? Don't worry about too much because this beautiful lady is going to empty your balls to the last drop." She cooed. I barely heard her however, I just wanted to lay there for a moment to bask in the afterglow. Alas it didn't matter to Radella that I had just cum at hands other than my own for the first time in my life. She wasn't done with me yet. She straightened up, and in one fluid motion all of the straps covering her disappeared in a flurry of black smoke. The body exposed was glistening with sweat and was utterly hairless below the neck with ponderous milky teardrop breasts that were tipped with delicate pink nipples that seemed to defy gravity. It was a body that might have driven a lesser man to worship. She moved herself up my body until her pussy was above my face, her musky scent befuddling my senses and driving me once more to new heights of arousal. Her hands grasped onto my blonde hair to hold me tightly as she lowered her swollen dripping cunt onto my face. I momentarily struggled to breathe before I realized I no longer had to, either via some kind of succubus sex magic or because of my now innately magical nature. My tongue made contact, and discovered her cunt and juices to be unnaturally delicious much like her saliva. Radella sat there on top of me, feeding me her delicious pussy and I indulged us both by burrowing my tongue into her cunt's folds to taste more of its sweet nectar, striking her clit over and over again in my eagerness. I wanted her to cum in the way she had made me cum, but I was heavily outmatched by the sheer difference in experience we had, so I decided to make use of my own unique talents. I reached up and placed a hand over her flat belly, and from there drove my own mana into her circuits through her navel, twisting it inside her as I started make slight changes to her nervous system, enlargening her pleasure center and increasing the density of her nerves pleasure pathways, and in doing so increasing her bodies sensitivity to pleasurable stimuli by a factor of ten. By the time I was finished I was pretty sure she would be able to cum from a cold breeze hitting her nipples. The change was instantaneous as she suddenly violently tugged on my hair and screamed in orgasm as she pushed her cunt harder into my face. If she were a human woman I imagine the stimulus would have rendered her almost catatonic, but the sex demon seemed to just try and indulge herself harder. Through our mana connection from my hands position on her stomach, I could feel each new wave of her orgasms as the passed through her. "What did you do!? I've never felt like this before, it's so fucking good!" She moaned and screamed as my tongue ravaged her with if not skill, then enthusiasm. She shakily tried to climb off of my face when she thought she couldn't take anymore, but I suddenly moved my arms to hold her in place, making sure she felt every last wave of pleasure run through her body. After a few minutes of her moaning and gasping with pleasure, I was finally satisfied with having drunk enough of her delicious juices. I finally let her go, and she slid bonelessly off me onto the cool stone floor. She was gasping for air, soaked with sweat and moaning as she moved her hands up and down her voluptuous form, no doubt reveling in the new depth of sensations she was feeling. Her muscles were tensing and twitching with the after burn of orgasmic pleasure and her very nerves tingled with phantom touches too subtle to have been felt previously. Not done yet though, I got behind her and pulled her up, amused at her slight jolt when my hands touched her hips. I positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. Now happily in control I took the tip of my cock and rubbed it along the length of her pussy. She moaned whorishly as it touched her outer lips. "Yes, more!" she groaned. I grabbed her by the soft globe of her ass in one hand and used the other hand to guide my hard cock into her twitching cunt. She was as tight and hot as I imagined and I felt a shudder run through her as another orgasm swept through her. I really didn't have to be delicate with her on account of her natural demonic hardiness and the fact that she was genetically predisposed to enjoy just about anything even remotely sexual. Anything I could do she would end up enjoying more than I did. With that in mind I grunted like an animal, and slapped her hard on her bare ass, leaving a livid red hand print. I tugged on her hair when I could, and dug my fingers deep into her hips as all reason left me. I pounded her relentlessly, feeling her guttural moans role through her body as she came sloppily onto my cock every few thrusts, my balls now practically dripping with her juices as they slapped against her slit as we fucked. "Do you like that!?" I groaned at the ecstatic succubus beneath me. "What's it like being on the receiving end of a little magical alteration?" "It's good," she managed to gasp out. I grabbed her hair roughly and forced her face down and her ass up so I could get better leverage. I pummeled her harder than before. She loved it and squealed in pleasure, and that began the countdown for my own orgasm as my self-control over the magic holding my own release back began to crumble. I pulled out of her with a loud slurp, and rolled her onto her back before diving on top of her and pinning her down underneath me as I drove myself into her. The look on her face, as her full red lips smiled devilishly up at me, was the last straw for my self control. Her eyes were wide open and danced with mirth and happiness, as her full milky breasts jiggled beneath my probing fingers, soft flesh enveloping my grasping digits, hard pink nipples rolling around underneath my ministrations. I exploded into her body, coating her insides with my hot mana engorged cum until it squirted out of her and pooled underneath us, mixing with the already present pool of pussy juices and sweat. When I finally stopped quivering from my own release, I collapsed onto her heaving chest, burying my head in the valley between her two sweaty tits. I supposed I could just rejuvenate myself for another go if I were so inclined, but right now it just felt right for me and Radella to enjoy the pleasant afterglow. --------------------------------------- Work had finally started proceeding at a fair pace. There had been a bit of a delay in the beginning and I was a bit embarrassed that when Radella and I finally felt sated after that first time we had sex, we began again within minutes, and more or less continued doing nothing but have sex for a few weeks. It was only when mid rutting that I caught a burst of dust in my eye, that I realized we had done nothing but have sex for weeks on end and as a result the tunnel I had dug into the cavern had begun to fill with dust from outside. Thereafter I relegated our sex to quickies during the day and full on sex marathons only at night, much to Radella's vocal complaints. I had on a few occasions since I upped her bodies sensitivity about tenfold, walked into a room to find her grinding against a pillar, table or unfortunate golem. She steadfastly refused my offers to change her back. I was beginning to realize that a lack of need for sleeping, eating or drinking, meant that it was very easy to lose track of time. I had definitely figured out that my mood and thought processes were being affected by my new body. Radella had simply explained it to me as a part of being an effectively immortal creature, in that you would behave more or less as 'purely close to your inner soul' as possible when you didn't suffer from those outside factors like frailty brought on by age or extra horniness from youth, which explained why a being as ancient as Radella acted a lot like a horny teenager a lot of the time on account of her nature as a succubus. When I asked what she thought being a dungeon lord would do to me, she asked if I had any cravings for ruling the world recently. I was surprisingly unbothered by that line of thought. Over the past two month I had completed a number of tasks and created a fairly reasonable labyrinth of tunnels and rooms that would eventually fulfill the myriad of tasks that would be required when my dungeon was finally occupied. It was ridiculously quick and easy for me to use earth magic to dig out the hallways and rooms and then convert the bare earth to cobblestone, but I also quickly discovered that while the Statue gave me an effectively limitless mana source and a body that was itself innately magical, I was still only mortal. I could only channel so much magic in a day before my new and improved magical circuits began to buckle under the strain and the feedback became acutely painful. As if by design it usually took me about eight hours of steady spell casting to encounter my bodies upper limit, at which point I would need to avoid strenuous magic use for about sixteen hours to completely recover. It was a swift reminder that for all the power at my fingertips, I was still only mortal, and in the event of a fight with multiple opponents, a concerted siege effort would still be enough to bring me down. I spent my days alternately, enchanting new stone golems, expanding the dungeon or enchanting the innumerable devices that would be required to allow an entire kingdom of my subjects to survive down here. Radella explained to me that with the statue set up, it was just a matter of time before the races of 'disorder' instinctively began emigrating toward the dungeon. I had also managed to enchant a new set of clothes. I had spent much of my life wearing the rather drab robes of the Glassmont magehold that were specifically designed to make the wearer seem as unappealing as possible to lower temptation amongst initiates. So when it came time to pick new clothes, I went wild. Radella insisted that just making the new robes red with flames on the bottom was not wild, but what did she know... She wore a bunch of strategically placed belt straps. Radella was however incredibly helpful in pointing out things I overlooked. Installing the piping and 'flush' toilets that Radella insisted on was a half day task in and of itself, but oh so worth it. I was almost been brought to tears when she explained what 'hot showers' and 'heated baths' were. Truly the mage's of the pre-sundering world must have lived as gods. I myself had researched a few devices and concepts that were hidden away down in the depths of the magehold back when I was still I was still the head librarian at Glassmont, and these devices only reinforced my desire to implement those pre-sundering designs I had discovered as soon as I could, if only to see if they proved to be anywhere near as great as this 'piping'. I had a good feeling about an alchemical mixture that was named 'chocolate'. My downtime was put to use either researching new spells or devices from the books I managed to rescue from my half buried campsite, or more often than not 'mana-tapping', as she had started affectionately calling it, Radella. I was trying to pace myself on the sex front though. I didn't want to admit it to her, but I was a little bit afraid Radella would ruin me for 'conventional' women if I wasn't careful. I didn't spend half my life dreaming of a harem just to lose interest at the last hurdle! With all this work going on someone was eventually going to notice, so I really wasn't surprised when trouble finally did come knocking. I hadn't exactly been subtle in my casting, or when in a fit of vanity I placed two five meter statues of myself outside the entrance to my dungeon. The area we were located in was pretty barren and their wasn't really any nearby civilization to speak of outside of a few illiterate peasant villages to the north. It was possible however that one or more of those small villages had a mage representative, or some manner of hedge witch or warlock living in them, and at even at these distances, with the amount of mojo I was throwing around it was possible one of them had sniffed something on the wind, and while not knowing what, they would at least know something was up. From there they would have sent a missive to a nearby adventuring guild to ask for them to send someone to investigate for a small reward. So when I sensed that someone had tripped the entrance's wards I was ready. I did have to leap out of the bath I had been enjoying and rush to get some clothes on, but that was more of a general 'I have unexpected guests right now' surprise. I didn't lie to myself and pretend I wasn't excited about this confrontation, because I most definitely was. It was my debut as a dungeon lord! God knows I had spent enough of the last sixty years of my life daydreaming of the moment. The Dungeon Lord Ch. 01 A quick mental tweak from Radella informed me that she was also rushing towards me and would be present, but hidden, and would show herself if it seemed necessary. I sent back an acknowledgement and barely managed to rush into the throne room, which was deliberately positioned for people to stumble into when attempting to explore, sit down and adopt a suitable pose, when the adventurers stormed in. Both were female, which was nice. The first was quite pretty. Her blonde hair was kept in a no nonsense ponytail, which matched the stern expression she was wearing. She was short and seemed to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had pale skin and matching blue eyes; that combined with the massive warhammer slung over her shoulder made me think she was probably from Bespil, which wasn't too far away and was filled with fanatics from the 'God's of Light' who generally loved adventuring because it allowed them to travel to distant places and tell everyone else about how they were worshipping the wrong gods. Her plate armor looked very new, though it was more than just a little scuffed in places, likely from trekking all the way here. I could only guess at her breast size, but by the way in which she kept shifting, I got the feeling the plate armor was constricting her chest, which only meant good things for me. All in all she painted the perfect picture of low ranking female paladin. The other thing that interested me about her was that she didn't blush or stare at all when she first saw me. Considering she was fairly young and still in the throes of hormones, it was odd because I am not being vain when I say I am literally supernaturally attractive, and she hadn't even given me a once over. The other was a brunette who was average to below average in the looks department, and it looked like she had broken her nose at least once. Her hair was shoulder length and looked kind of tangled. She was very tall and towered over her smaller compatriot. Based on the tanned skin, leather armor, and the two hand axes, it would be a fair bet that she was from one of the mountain clans in the east, which meant she was a long way from home. She was covered in lithe muscles, scars and was clearly almost entirely flat chested, so compared to her partner she was more than just a little disappointing. Still of the two, she seemed to be the more experienced and dangerous. She however did gave me a once over though, and apparently liked what she saw if the faint blush hidden under her tan cheeks was anything to go by. Considering she was a veteran warrior who was at least in her thirties and might have to kill me, I was even more inclined to think something was off about the blonde paladin. Now that we had all weighed each other up it was time to get this show on the road. "Welcome to my domain adventurers. I am the great dungeon lord Lasmes!" I projected in my best commanding voice. The adventurers visibly tensed at that in spite of the fact that their hadn't been a dungeon lord in anything outside of old stories in generations. I suppose I was better at this intimidation thing than I thought. Blondie rallied though, and seemed to take exception to my introduction, "I need not need know your name evil doer, but I shall grant you mine so that you may inform our Great Mistress who sent you to meet her in the next life! I am Alfhild Lovelace, remember it!" The brunette seemed more amused than offended, but the tightness around her eyes gave away her misgivings, "Hi Lasmes, I would say it was nice to meet you, but I have a hunch I know how this is going to end." She emphasized what exactly she meant by raising her axes a bit, "Here's the deal, I just got paid to investigate this place along with the mini-crusader here to see if anything strange was around the place. I didn't really expect much, but easy money is still money, so you can imagine our surprise when we arrived here to find the surrounding country side crawling with goblins." That explained the scuff marks, though I honestly didn't know there were goblins in the area. I wondered if they were being drawn here by the statue already? I would need to set up some wards further afield. The brunette continued, "We had to sneak past them, only to find two massive statues, and what looked like a big gateway to an underground base. The whole thing stunk of chaos magic so bad, even us mundanes could smell it. We figured we'd scout it out a bit and then high tail it to report back. Then we stumble on you and your little throne in the very first room we come across." She shrugged as if she was entirely unconcerned, "So based on past experiences with this sort of thing, renegade mages, chaos magic and all that, I'm guessing this is the bit where you attempt to kill us for discovering your secret base, and then I have to kill you." They had spunk I would give them that. I was pretty sure that as least the brunette knew they didn't really stand a chance against me. A mage powerful enough to carve out this fortress was clearly out of their league and she would know it. As far as she was concerned it was just bad luck they ran into me and not some minions first. Though I knew they would have fared about as well against the stone golems as they would against me. I had no great issue with killing them if they tried to fight me, I had long since grown accustomed to death in my early service to Glassmont. It seemed wasteful though. I had no intention of letting them report back, which left imprisonment or death. Seemed boring though. It was all well and good having all this power, but I had no one to share it with. Radella was fun and all, but she had actually lived before the sundering, so anything I did wasn't really new or noteworthy to her. No, here was a chance for a bit of fun. "Do you want a job?" I asked calmly. The blonde, Alfhild, sputtered in surprise, before her face twisted in outrage, "What!? What manner of mockery is this? We would never work for a fiend such as you!" The brunette however took a moment to ponder it, before answering, "I'm listening..." The blonde stopped her diatribe about my liaisons of a questionable nature with goats long enough whip round toward her partner with incredulous surprise, "What!? You can't be serious Marcelle, he is a vile fiend who utilizes the magic of chaos!" I felt that wasn't fair so I calmly interjected, "To be fair, Bespil's mages do much the same thing with the magic of order. The only real difference is that the spells are on different ends of the same spectrum. Neither is inherently evil, they just have different rules and properties." Blondie didn't like that, "Blasphemy! Seek not to corrupt me with your lies." Marcelle wasn't interested though, "Sorry pumpkin, theological debate aside, like he said, I've met a few 'chaos mages' in my time, they ain't all good and they ain't all bad." She shrugged resignedly, "So I figure I'll take my chances on our host's good graces. I'm not really being paid enough to die here, in fact by not reporting in, I've essentially finished my job by exposing that there is something up here. Although it does leave a bit of a foul taste in my mouth to leave you here in a pickle, so whatever he's offering better be good, or I may end up having to fight him anyway." "Oh I'm sure you won't have any complaints with what 'm offering. I have no doubt of that." I added smugly. She snickered in a distinctly unladylike fashion, "Someone's confident... Usually people who say stuff like that are full of shit, but I've got a feeling you actually believe what you're saying. Go on lay it on me." I shrugged as if it was a matter of no import, "What I'm offering long term is bed and board for the duration of your employment. All you have to do is lead around a few golems while they do their tasks, and maybe later help me organize the other races that are going to arrive. Help them acclimatize, and generally be living evidence I'm not an insane psychopath who's going to kill them all in their sleep, that sort of thing. For right this second though, I'll give you anything you can think of, within reason." She was even more dubious now, "Ignoring all that other stuff, you just said you'll give us anything? Anything at all?" I could tell she was interested though, "Sure so long as it's within my power, and short of ascending to immortality right this second, most things are within my power. It'll be fun; a chance to stretch the old magical legs and have some fun with it." I shrugged, "It can get kind of boring having all this power and no one to show it off to. All this room building gets boring after a while. Give me a challenge." Marcelle twirled her axes as she spoke, "Sound mighty generous just to recruit two entirely mundane soldiers. Usually you mage types are awful miserly when it comes to spending your mana" I grinned, and was perfectly frank with them, "This is more about me getting a chance to show off then it is about recruiting you. I can assure you that mana is not an issue. Come on, live a little, I'll make it worth your while." She seemed a bit put out by that for some reason, but she seemed more at ease with the idea I was using this as a chance to show off than it being some attempt at altruism. "Fine then... Enchant my axes?" Simple enough, "With what?" "I don't know, you're the mage, make them shoot lightning or something." I shrugged, said a few words in the ancient tongue and Marcelle's axes suddenly lit up as sparks of electricity zipped across the blades. Marcelle almost dropped them as she jumped in fright, letting loose a curse in what I assumed was her native tongue. After a second she seemed to calm herself and inspected the blades. Even Alfhild stopped reciting the litany of purity to take a peek at the enchanted axes. "Go on, give them a swing." I nudged her, eager to show off my handiwork. Marcelle looked at me in open mouth astonishment, but dutifully swung one of the axes in a wide arc. As the axe met the apex of its swing it let loose a thunderbolt of lightning that leapt across the room and demolished a large chunk of a pillar. Marcelle and Alfhild both stared at me in disbelief, glancing back and forth between the axes and the destruction they had wrought. Marcelle gave the axes another few swings, as if testing it wasn't a fluke, and in doing so left massive gouges in the stone of my throne room. Finally satisfied that I had actually done as I said she stopped swinging the swords, and looked at me. "Thankyou." Then she swung at me. My view of the pair was obscured for a moment as my mana shield leapt up to defend me. The lightning bolt dissipated against the blue orb in a harmless flash of sparks, allowing me to once more look upon the pair of adventurers, who had turned to run during the brief distraction only to discover that both of the throne rooms exits were filled with golems. Alfhild stared in shock, "So many... How didn't we hear them, they must each weigh a ton!?" Now that their impromptu escape attempt had been aborted, I figured there was no harm in gloating a bit more, "The golems all have silencing seals carved into their feet, it's a bit more mana intensive than most mages can afford, but I think you are beginning to realize that I'm not most mages." "Yeah, I think we're beginning to catch onto that." Marcelle looked at me sheepishly, axes no longer sparkling with energy as I had removed the enchantment the second the mana shield went up, "Any chance that job offer is still available?" I took a moment to give her a deadpan look, "Are you willing to swear an oath of allegiance and sign a magically binding contract?" The fact that she would betray me the first chance she got had never been in question, I just hadn't expected her to do so straight out the gate. They were both always going to be signing contracts, it just so happened that now it looked like it was a result of their own actions and not me choosing to be a paranoid bastard, or an entirely reasonable bastard considering I was recruiting people who had come here with the hopes of killing me, if I was weak enough. She didn't look happy about it, but after a minute of deliberation she reluctantly nodded. I was happy with that, so I turned my attention to blondie, "What about you buttercup? Ready to give up on the doctrine you've been indoctrinated with your entire life and throw in with your religion's ancient enemy on the basis that I'll probably squish you if you don't? Oh, and sign a magical contract of my making in the process?" Naturally Alfhild said no, in a great many words including a few that called my mother's good standing into question. For a girl that had been raised in the god fearing country of Bespin, she certainly was creative with her cursing. I was really tempted to order a golem to squish her, but I still wanted to know why she obviously didn't find me attractive... It totally wasn't just a result of hurt pride either. I swear. Eventually though I got frustrated waiting for her to run out of steam, "Look Alfhild, what do you want? Honestly, I'm offering you anything here, wealth, power, men? Take your pick." Marcelle who had been standing there watching started to chuckle at that. When I sent her a questioning look she only chuckled louder, "I'm afraid your barking up the wrong tree with one of those offers Lasmes, I think you'll find that old Alfhild would much prefer the fairer sex for company, if you get what I mean?" "What!? I do not, such a thing would be an affront to the natural order of things. Take that back you traitor." Alfhild protested with growing indignation even as her cheeks began to take on a rosy red. "Oh, so I just imagined you staring at my ass most of our trip over here. I imagine you might have spent a bit more time on my front too if the girls were a tad bit more impressive." Marcelle gestured toward her evident lack of cleavage. Alfhild turned an even rosier shade of red and continued stammering denials. She was so distracted by her turmoil she didn't even notice when a portal of flames opened behind her, inside I could see Radella in all her naked glory. "Hmmm, if the girl has a preference for more feminine partnership, then I will be more than happy to educate her... thoroughly." The succubus's words startled the embarrassed blonde causing her to jump backwards in fright, straight into Radella's waiting arms. The portal closed with a slurping sound as well as Radella's lusty giggles. The blonde's sudden disappearance left me behind with a visibly confused Marcelle. I on the other hand was now actively resisting the urge to magically eavesdrop on the Sapphic debauchery that was no doubt going to be taking place within the Succubus's quarters. I supposed I would first need to explain what just happened to Marcelle. "I have a succubus." Alright with my duty done I was free to teleport away to... investigate.