Act 4 Start – A messenger from on high

Act 4: Of gods and (wo)men

The world fades into view as you open your eyes to a morning like any other. The loyal maid between your legs attends to you the in the same way she does every morning, and your head rests in Tlax's lap with two angels lying on your chest to either side, the three beauties still exhausted from the previous night's activities. This past month has been the longest unbroken stretch of peace you've had since you began your career as a dungeon boss. Sure, you've occasionally had to fight off adventurers—even lost a few times—but nothing has really threatened you lair in the way that the lich did only a month prior. The peace and quiet has been so nice that you've even avoided making many changes to your dungeon, not wanting to risk another spotlight ruining your rest. The sensations below you grow too good to withstand and you release your thick cream into the waiting mouth of the maid serving you. A moan escapes her mouth as she guzzles down her prize.

"Rea, hasn't anyone ever told you not to talk with your mouth full?" She pushes a few strands of hair out of her face as she continues to work your shaft, giving a slight smile around your length at your teasing. "Okay, let's take this down to the throne room. Hop on, I'm feeling energetic today." The lavender maid climbs above your stiff mast then sinks down, letting out a shudder as she impales herself on your length. Once again sheathed in a warm, wet hole, you stand up and walk to the portal. Each step causes your servant to bounce on your rod, and her hands are clasped behind your neck to keep her seated on her favourite tool. The twin dark angels squirm and groan in sleepy annoyance behind you. They find each other, embrace, and fall still once again in an adorable tangle of limbs.

Ari is already in the throne room when the two of you arrive, lying on a wide cushion off to the side. She gives you a smile as you sink down into the lich's old manasilver chair, the dark elf still rooted inside you. The ornate throne is one of the few changes you kept from Akserrat's brief reign over your dungeon: it reminds you of your triumph.

"Mistress, would you like me to move?" Zal looks up at the tiefling while she gyrates her hips on top of you.

The warlock shakes her head. "No thanks, Rea, you can enjoy yourself for now. I'm taking it easy this morning." Her eyes close as she lazes about. "Say, babe, what do you think about using that mana crystal again? The woman you mentioned inside it must want someone to talk to, and it's probably about time for us to start thinking about your advancement again." Despite her serious tone, after a moment she lets out a satisfied sigh and melts further into her seat. "Mmm, this is nice. I'm just worried that if we stay like this much longer we'll never start moving again."

"Would that be so bad?" You sink back into your own cushioned seat, letting the elf atop you do all the work. "Things have been great recently, and I don't want to reach too far and lose what I have." You grimace for a moment. "Wow, the old me would never believe I'd say that."

"How long until another Akserrak comes along and makes that decision for you? Moving up in the world is your best way to secure your long-term safety." The sound of fabric scraping on fabric almost overpowers the wet slapping in your lap as the warlock worms her way even deeper into the cushions she's lying on.

"Hey Aze, Ari, Rea." Celestina walks down the steps and into the room, rubbing her eyes as she does. "Anything I miss?"

"Ari thinks that it's time I started going out and doing things again, maybe moving up in the world."

"I don't know, it seems like things are pretty good as-is." The tiefling steps in front of you then kneels down, tonguing the point where you're joined to the maid.

"Ooh, mistress, no... let me serve you," the lavender cocksleeve squirms at Tina's attentions.

"Hush, Rea, you know I enjoy this, just be a good girl and have fun," the maid bites her lip and nods as she bounces up and down on you. "Anyways, I don't really see what we have to gain."

"Well, she was saying we might be pulled into something whether we like it or not, and we might as well get ahead of things." It's hard to speak normally given what's happening in front of you, but you manage admirably after all of your recent practice.

"We're heading out again?" Sera's melodic voice floats in from behind. "About time. I like lazing around and fucking as much as anybody, but hell. Another week of being locked in here without a goal would drive me nuts."

"Ooh, what's the plan? Did something happen?" Mariel's excited voice joins her sister.

"Asss long asss we don't go too fassst, I'm ready to get back to thingsss," the sleepy hiss of the gorgon agrees.

"Well, sorry babe, looks like we're outvoted," you reach down to stroke the daemonologist's long ears as your other champions claim the comfortable furniture lying around the room. "I guess I should go find wherever I left the crystal," you groan as the maid slams down unusually hard on you, "although it can always wait a few more minutes."

Loud clacks suddenly echo down the corridor ahead and Annie and Cindy, Zalreanne's two maid recruits, step into the room side by side and give deep curtsies. Their adventurer armour has been long-since abandoned for Zalreanne's outfit, now the semi-official maid uniform of your lair. Their bronze piercings signify their lower rank.

"Master, mistresses," the two maids speak in unison, then the red-haired ex-mage speaks up on her own. "Master, there's someone here to see you. A monster who claims to speak for the great wyrm."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing everyone's ready to get moving again, because it sounds like trouble has come to us. Ugh, I can't really say no to the wyrm." You look at the other maid. "Annie, could you please show our guest in? He's to be treated with the proper respect." The curly-haired brunette nods then turns, giving you a delicious view of her swaying rump as she walks out of the room.

With a few last slams into your head maid's hole, you deposit one last batch of spunk then withdraw, letting Celestina clean off your member before retracting it into your pelvis. "Okay, let's look at least somewhat proper for the messenger's arrival: wouldn't want to set any bad impressions." The dark elf climbs off of you and stands at attention beside your throne, while Tina climbs up and snuggles into your lap, enjoying the warmth that radiates from your body as she makes herself comfortable.

A minute later, Annie returns followed by a tall, powerfully-built man. His skin is blue and his body is humanoid, but his head is halfway between a human's and a dragon's. The traveller carries a tall, ornate staff with a regal dragon mounted on top; he holds it proudly in front of him. His chest is bared, a diagonal strap ties a shield across his back, and a sheathed sword hangs from his waist. A long skirt of layered multi-coloured fabrics covers his lower half. Bands of metal are woven into the design, forming an artistic yet practical result.

Kakkchal, Level 28
Monster, Attendant, Dragonkin, Magical, Explicit
The dragonkin are the greatest of the kobold-kin, said to be the distant descendants of the union between dragons and humans or elves. They retain some of their draconic ancestors' abilities, such as a powerful magical breath attack which matches their skin colour, and have an innate deference to their more powerful ancestral kin.

On one hand, you could probably beat this warrior singlehandedly. On the other hand, he's just an attendant, which makes you wonder what the champions of the wyrm are like—let alone the beast herself. "Greetings, Kakkchal. What brings you to my lair today? Annie, Cindy, please bring seating and refreshments for our guest and help him relax." The two maids curtsy then walk off to either side, one grabbing a pitcher next to the invigorating waters of the mana fountain while the other pulls a large, comfortable seat from elsewhere in the room.

"Your hospitality is most generous, o lord of the tower," the dragonkin gives a deep bow, the armoured sections of his skirt jangling as he does, then rights himself. "As you can see from my token of office, I speak for my mistress and yours, Prometheia, Lady of Imporne." Cindy finishes sliding the plush red armchair behind the diplomat, then begins unclasping the straps on his shield. The greater kobold tenses and his hand darts to his sword.

"Relax, honoured guest. We mean you no harm: my maid simply wants you to be comfortable. I am not so foolish as to attack a servant of my queen unprovoked." The draconic man pauses for a minute then nods, allowing your maid to remove his sword and shield. Annie walks back and places a jug of magic-infused water next to him, then takes his staff and leans it against a wall. Kakkchal sinks down on the exquisite cushions, his face betraying exhaustion and relief, then groans as the redheaded maid begins to massage his shoulders.

"I thank you once again for your generous welcome, lord. I have come to relay a summons from our queen, one that you are requested to attend to at your earliest convenience." Another maid sits down on his lap, and his eyes dart to her exposed assets as he speaks.

An amused laugh leaves your throat. "Help yourself, good sir. My servants are trained to make sure their guests enjoy themselves in every way." Annie lets out a cute moan as the dragonkin obliges, one of his hands giving her left breast a test squeeze while his other starts wandering to the cleft between her legs. Seeing that the dragonkin is a man after your own heart, you extend your member once again and motion to Zalreanne that she may return to her favourite duty. "Mmm, as you can see we like to make ourselves comfortable here in my dungeon. Now, what is it that my lady requests?" Showing deference to the great wyrm isn't really your dream activity: you think of yourself as the lord in your dungeon and don't like being reminded that there are still monsters well above you, far away though they may be. However, she's been about as good of a de facto overlord as you could ask for. Akserrat was as good a reminder as any that things could be far worse on Imporne.

"Indeed you do. My lady Prometheia extends an invitation to you to visit her in her court. New events are brewing which affect the denizens of this mountain, and your recent exploits have not gone unnoticed." He stops to groan in satisfaction: the maid who was recently massaging his shoulders has now moved under his skirt. "The situation has not yet become critical, so your queen has not set a formal deadline on your visit, but she requests you do not tarry lest things develop in your absence."

Is the great wyrm requesting an alliance? You toy with your loyal maid's hair and enjoy her attentions as you think. Whatever you had imagined the wyrm's messenger was here for, this wasn't it. "My lord would be happy to accept his lady's summons with all haste." Ari speaks up from her position off to the side. "However, the road is long and there are preparations that need to be made: would departing tomorrow be acceptable?" The diplomat looks at you questioningly, and you nod to signal that the warlock speaks with your voice.

"Tomorrow would no doubt please my lady greatly. Thank you for taking this seriously: not every monster on this mountain remembers their allegiance so clearly as you do." He pauses to let out a groan and bucks his hips as a wet slurping emerges from under his multicoloured garment, and the maid in his lap convulses as his digits push particularly far into her moist depths. "I appreciate the warm—and wet—welcome: it's rare to find such welcome in my station." He places his hands on the sides of the chair, moving to stand up.

"Please don't be in any rush to leave, Kakkchal. I would be honoured to have you stay the night in our guest quarters, attended of course by these two lovely morsels, and then accompany me on the road to visit your mistress."

"Very well, if you insist." Despite his words the messenger doesn't look very **** to stay, his hands finding Annie's exposed flesh once again. "My lady has requested that you come without your champions, although you may bring a single attendant should you need one. This is to be a meeting among friends, not a show of ****."

Not a show of **** despite meeting in her lair with her entire forces nearby, huh? You swallow the retort: bickering with the messenger of a much more powerful dungeon boss will get you nowhere. "Of course, if she wishes it then it will be so. Now, please enjoy yourself for the next day. My servants will be happy to give you a tour of the facility—or to attend to any of your other needs, as you can no doubt see. Just remember that you'll need to be able to walk tomorrow." He lets out a hearty chuckle at that, then stands up and places Annie beside him as Cindy extracts herself, wiping a bit of drool off her lip. The two maids cling to his arms, pushing themselves against him and giggling as he walks out of the room, and you wait until their voices fade before you speak again.

"So, thoughts? I was worried that this would be the start of another Akserrak situation, but it didn't seem that way." Your hands play with the daemonologist's hair as you speak and enjoy Zalreanne's ministrations below.

"I liked him," Sera's matter-of-fact voice is the first to respond, her hands combing and touching up her sister's hair as she speaks. "He seemed honest. The type who'd tell you he was going to stab you before even drawing his sword."

"Well, it's not like you have any choice anyways, do you?" Tina looks up from your lap, a worried expression on her face. "Just be back soon, alright? Then we can all deal with this together."

"I think it's exciting!" Mary's singsong voice comes between coos as she enjoys the gentle attention she's receiving. "The great wyrm herself! What do you think she wants? I bet she's beautiful, and so strong!"

"Who'sss beautiful and ssstrong?" The sleepy gorgon yawns and stirs in her cushion.

"The great wyrm just summoned Aze for some sort of meeting, and we're all discussing how we feel about it and what we should do." Ari quickly summarizes, rushing out the explanation with excitement. "I think this is perfect. One of the most powerful monsters in the region has her eye on you, and it sounds like she may even have something we can work towards. And if this thing she says is coming is going to happen anyways, I don't see the downside of us working with her."

"Ssso you're going to go and bring her back asss another concubine?" Tlax yawns again as she speaks. A series of coughs and snorts of surprise echo around the room. Zalreanne momentarily loses her composure and chokes around your member before regaining her control. "What? I can't be the only one who wasss thinking that?"

"Yeah, she's a little out of our league right now, babe." Sera has a skeptical expression on her face, although the corners of her mouth hint at a smirk.

"Ssso was the ssslut down there, and that didn't ssstop master," Tlax's braids move on their own to point towards the dark elf currently between your legs.

"Rea was only in her 30s back then, whereas we have no idea what level the great wyrm is. Besides, it took a powerful curse to finish the job." The ex-sorceress nods around your length in agreement.

"We ssstil have the necklacsse, right? Why not ussse it again?" The snake woman looks somewhat annoyed that this isn't an obvious conclusion to the others.

"Sorry babe, about that... I took a look and it looks like Akserrak's power pretty much fried it. I doubt it'd hold anyone of any significant power at this point." Mariel has her eyes closed as she speaks, a soft smile covering her face.

"Fine, no fun allowed, I sssee." The gorgeous gorgon pouts and curls into a ball on the cushion. Ari laughs a bit and then stands up and walks over, prodding at the wall of snake flesh in front of her. The woman peaks out from inside, then the warlock gives her a big hug before she can escape again. Tlax looks momentarily annoyed at the ambush but then her expression softens and she returns the hug. "Mmm, sssorry Ri, I'm jussst grumpy," her tail opens enough to allow the tiefling, and the two cuddle in the snake woman's tight coils.

"So anyways," the half-elf speaks out of her serpentine prison, "we should probably at least do something with the rest of the day. Say, what about that necklace woman? He said you could only bring Zal with you, or at least I assume you'll want her, but he didn't say anything about items. Maybe she'll have something to say?"

You groan as you give Zal another dose of her favourite filling. "You really think that she'll want to speak with me? I've basically just locked her away for a month because I wanted to have some peace and quiet, and the last time we spoke she thought I was dooming her to an eternity of service to that lich. Besides, what use could she be?"

"It doesssn't hurt to asssk," the tiefling nods in agreement to the gorgon wrapped around her.

"I'm sure she won't mind a month. She's been locked in there basically forever, right?" You nod as the ex-adventurer speaks: Tina has a point. "I'm sure she'd love someone to talk to. Besides, the wyrm has been here longer than anyone remembers, right? Maybe the woman met her?"

"Okay, you've all convinced me. Rea, could you go fetch the necklace with the blue gemstone from my bedroom?" The maid comes up for air and nods, then walks away with swaying hips. "Well, back to work. At least we had a whole month this time, I suppose."