A bit of last-minute negotiation and fun

"How did everything go, master?" Your two maids slide up to either side of you as you sit down.

"As well as could be expected. Some of the contenders will be more dangerous than others, but I suppose I knew what I was signing up for." You sigh.

"Have you decided on which of the monsters you want to recruit?" Annie rubs your shoulders as she speaks. The relaxing sensation is a nice contrast to the stress of your recent meetings.

"The nymph for sure, and... the necromancer, I think."

"Really? He was only level 5. The others weren't impressive, but he's pathetic even by their standards." Cindy gives you a confused look and chews her lip.

"If Vesperia is to be believed, and I see no reason she would lie about this, I'll get the ability to put portals in my vassals' dungeons. Based on Darran's description and the necromancer's claims, he's right next to the hags' dungeon. I don't think a few extra levels or a slightly higher-rank boss is worth passing that up."

"What about the centaurs then? They were near Chronos, and surely he's more of a threat?" You turn your back to Annie as she speaks so that she can better work out the knots in your muscles.

"I'm currently planning—hoping, really—never to have to face him directly." You shudder. "If you met him you'd understand. Sahr'rhazad won't last long, so we don't need to worry about her either. Besides, if Darran and his big mouth are to be believed at all, the hag might have a slight lead on the hunt."

"Very well. Should we go fetch the nymph and the necromancer, then?" You give a nod and the maids slide out of the booth. The next few minutes pass quietly, and you enjoy the chance to doze without any interruptions from the other guests. Just as you're starting to drift off, the distinctive clack of a maid's high heels announce their return, and you crack open an eye to see a grinning Vesperia returning along with your red-haired maid.

"Excellent, excellent. You're ready to make the agreement?" The nereid slides into the booth beside you, wrapping her arms around you and leaning into you so that her breasts press into your chest. "Mmm, I'm sure we'll enjoy our partnership." You simply nod and response and she seems to look off into space, flicking with her finger a few times, until suddenly a window appears in front of you.

Vassal Request — Vesperia
Vesperia (Level 29 Nereid, Boss) has requested vassal status to your dungeon.
Vassals pay you a portion of their fame earned but gain benefits in turn, such as limited access to items and underlings from your dungeon. They also are protected from dungeon claimants so long as you remain in control of your own lair.
Accept (0/2 -> 1/2 vassals)/Decline

You confirm the choice, and a wide smile breaks out on the nymph's face. "Excellent. Please do visit me in my dungeon when you have the opportunity: I'd love to entertain my new big, strong master." She gives you a brief, passionate kiss and then pulls away, turning sensuously and then walking away with a sway that emphasizes her firm ass under her thin gown.

Barely a minute later, another set of clacking heels announce Annie's return, the decrepit, hunched man from earlier following her. "Excellent, excellent, yes, yes, I'm glad that you recognize my power, wise master. I shall begin preparing your brides at the first occasion!"

A small shudder escapes you at the thought. "Don't worry, my good man: the zombie brides won't be necessary." You **** a smile. "As long as you pay your tribute and allow me to set up a portal to your dungeon I will be satisfied with your service."

"Of course, master, of course. Whatever your grand daemon-ness wishes." He gives a slight bow, nearly collapsing and having to grab his gnarled staff with both hands for support. "Here, master, the deal!"

Vassal Request — Henreid Gohl
Accept (1/2 -> 2/2 vassals)/Decline

You confirm and the ancient man lets out a brief cackle that turns into a dry, hacking cough, leaning on his staff. You can't help but imagine him ejecting his innards and a shudder wracks your body. "Excellent. Now, I'd like to rest. I look forward to touring your facilities at the first opportunity."

"Of course, my lord, of course! Hack, cough. I am sure you will be most impressed!" With that, the necromancer turns and hobbles away, still coughing as he does.

"Well, that's everything we came here to do. If you two would like to visit any of the others who struck your eye, feel free. I wouldn't say no to any who you can convince to abandon their dungeons and join mine. Just let them know how to find us," the two maids nod and turn to leave, and you grope each of their asses as they do. "And try not to spend all night with Targuk and his Orcs." The two turn back to you to protest, then simply blush and laugh instead. "Enjoy yourselves. I'll see you tomorrow."

Now alone in your booth, you sit for another moment before sighing and standing, then make your way back to your room. The dragonkin guard from earlier greets you with a stiff nod when you arrive. Aethane seems to have left, and someone has cleaned things in your absence. You throw yourself into bed and allow yourself to drift off. Exhaustion from the constant negotiations and encounters with dangerous rivals washes over you.

A light shake brings you back to consciousness, and you blink a few times before seeing Selena standing over you. "Evening, Azazel. These three wanted to see you." You groan and sit up to see Vash, Circe, and Hecate—the alchemist, enchantress, and witch who make up Alastra's new party.

After rubbing your eyes and taking a moment to finish waking up, you put on the best smile you can muster. "Good evening. How nice to see you three again in the flesh. How can I help you? Feeling thirsty?" The three adventurers scowl as you unsheathe your member, and you simply shrug in response. "Selena, perhaps?" Your lead adventurer silently smiles and kneels between your legs, then takes you into her mouth, coaxing out a moan as her tongue explores the ridges and contours of your tip. "Mmm, it's always nicer to talk with a bit of entertainment, wouldn't you agree? Now, you wanted to see me?" You open your arms wide. "Here I am." It takes a moment before the alchemist at the lead of their group responds, her eyes fixed on the gently bobbing head of the woman who led her here, and you can't help but laugh. "Are you sure you didn't want a taste? There's more than enough to go around."

Vash blushes before finally dragging her eyes back up to your own. "When we summoned you, daemon, you mentioned something about alternative deals to being summoned in for a tournament. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh? Here I thought your whole goal was to beat my dear Selena here to her rightful Soul. Why the change of heart?" You groan as your adventurer caresses your balls and accelerates her bobbing, her other hand rapidly pumping your exposed length. "Mmm, she really is excellent. Remember, Selena dear, sharing is caring." The stormsoul smiles slightly around your thick length, then pulls back until her lips are just barely sealing the tip. Jet after jet of your seed shoots into her mouth a moment later, and she avoids swallowing with a furrowed brow and focused look.

"Sophie's goal was to get the Soul: as far as we're told, there's only one to—" Vash is cut off when Selena suddenly grabs the back of her head and pulls her in for a passionate kiss, the brown-skinned woman's expression shifting from shock to pleasure after a moment. The other two simply stare at the scene, as if unsure what to do, and a moment later Selena pulls away, a small white thread still connecting her lips to those of the alchemist. The Asian witch yelps as she's grabbed next, and the enchantress still merely stands transfixed.

"You were saying?" You look expectantly at Vash, who licks her lips, swallows, then blushes and continues.

"Erm, sorry." The alchemist looks genuinely apologetic despite the cause of her interruption. "As far as we've heard there's only one Soul, and between Sophie, Helen here, and the others, it seems like it's more than spoken for. Not to mention there are three of us, and unlike Sophie we've stuck together for a while—even before Arkus."

"Besides, I know a cornered man when I see him, and I don't think Sophie knew what she was dealing with when she summoned you." Hecate the witch speaks up, still panting slightly with a thin milky trail escaping the right side of her mouth. Beside her, Circe the enchantress enthusiastically returns Selena's affection, running her hands through the stormsoul's long black hair.

"As Sun says, I know we're higher level than Helen and your champions, yet something about your offer still gives me an uneasy feeling." Vash continues, a ponderous look on her face. "Sophie doesn't want to hear it, though. She's convinced she's scored a victory over both you and Sahr."

"We're still interested in being summoned, though." The enchantress wears a dazed expression on her face, eyes fixed on the stormsoul as the latter kneels back in front of you. "So, what were those alternative arrangements you mentioned?"

You laugh cheerfully as you guide your chosen adventurer back to her lollipop. "I'm flattered, truly, although I wonder if you're more confident in my victory than I am. I really do love my gambles, you know: life would be so boring without them." You **** a chuckle, not wanting to reveal your hand just yet. The three may be offering themselves to you on a silver platter, but they might also be trying to lure you into a trap. After all, you've recently snared Darran in just the same way and you'd be a fool to assume your opponents can't do the same. "In any case, I'd love to negotiate further with you three, but I think you should rest your feet before we get started. Selena, could you be a dear and give them some room?" Selena reluctantly withdraws her head, giving your tip a final lick before standing up and getting on the bed behind you, pressing her ample bosom against the back of your head. "Now, if you would?" You unsheathe your two other members to either side of the main one, leaving no ambiguity whatsoever about your request.

The three pause for a moment, unsure how to react, then the enchantress hesitantly drops to her knees, taking your middle length between her lips. The other two stand transfixed for a moment and you simply wait in silence, shuddering when the proactive adventurer takes your other two lengths into her hands and begins to jerk them. A moment later Hecate drops down to her friend's left side, then Vash finally takes the remaining member, and you groan in pleasure as the three experienced cocksuckers attend to you for the second, and hopefully far from last, time. It doesn't take long for you to give them another dose of what Selena let them sample earlier, and after the three of them finish swallowing the load they look up at you questioningly, still licking and sucking on your shafts.

"Well, I'm always in search of more delicious morsels like yourselves to serve as maids. In addition to serving my needs and those of my champions, they also help with morale around the dungeon and even diplomacy. You may or may not have seen Annie and Cindy with me earlier: they're currently off, ah, 'convincing' some orcs that they'd be better off as underlings in my dungeon than running their own operation. Their idea." You give them a wink. "That was actually what I had in mind for you should you lose: Rea, the head of the program, was once a rival of mine before I helped her see the error of her ways, and I hope to make it something of a tradition." Vash glares at the suggestion, although she doesn't stop her ministrations. You carefully undo her ponytail, allowing her black hair to fall down to her upper back.

"It really is an enjoyable role, or so I'm told." You stroke Hecate's cheek with your other hand, then toy with ribbon of alabaster hair that contrasts so starkly with the black strands surrounding it. The Asian woman continues to devour your shaft, pushing a few strands behind her ear with a hand as she does. "That said, I can see that you three are ambitious women, and given how reasonable you've been I'm happy to tell you that we have other openings in my lair as well. At least so long as you'd be willing to cast off your mortal lot."

Vash pulls her head back from your member to speak, still working it with her hands. "We've already said we want to be summoned, daemon. We may not have the same shot at the Soul that Sophie and Helen do, but it's still too good to pass up." Her piece said, she moves her head down to lick the tip while she awaits your response.

"Of course, but a mortal in Arkus is still a mortal. My lair only employs daemons, angels, fae and the like. Not elves or humans. At least, not for long. The only exceptions are the maids, at least for now."

"What about Selena? She doesn't look like a daemon or anything." You groan and the alchemist quickly takes your tip back inside her lips, just in time to catch your seed.

"Selena and her friends are special cases. Besides, they aren't part of the dungeon. They're allies: enthusiastic allies, but allies nonetheless. It's complicated, and not something I'll elaborate on before we have a more... permanent arrangement. In any case, don't worry, there's a solution to every problem. Your mortal tendencies are easily rectified." You run your hands through the wavy hair of the woman who claimed your middle length, a blissful expression covering her face as you stroke her scalp through the blonde strands. "As my operation expands I find myself in need of skilled monsters who I can trust. You've come to me at the right time to occupy key places in my lair should you prove as skilled monsters as you have proven as adventurers."

"What exactly would that entail?" Hecate gives you a curious look, fondling your balls and pumping your shaft with your hand while she awaits the answer.

"The position would evolve as my lair does, but you'd likely start as spies and diplomats, perhaps also using your magical talents to bolster my forces while at home." You gently rest a hand on the back of the witch's head and she sinks back down on your length at the invitation. "Should you succeed, you might have the opportunity to take on further responsibilities, perhaps even commanding parts of the lair in my name. My champions will always outrank you, of course, but they're frequently busy and I increasingly need skilled underlings to operate the lair in our stead."

"So you want us to become minibosses, of a sort?" Vash has an unreadable expression on her face as she looks at you questioningly.

"I suppose that isn't an inaccurate description, although you'd operate more freely than they would. They're consigned to floors, you wouldn't be: I already have no shortage of daemons for that. I think you adventurers might be surprised at how much goes on in many dungeons when you aren't trashing them. Or what has to go on in dungeons because of the sheer number of you who do want to trash them." You push the alchemist back down on your length and groan, filling the three mouths with seed, then motion for them to stand. "Those are my offers. You needn't answer me today, but think on them: I expect you to have come to a decision by the time I conquer your current master."

"Thank you, daemon, we will." The three stand and lick their lips, clearing away any remaining traces of your cream.

"Excellent: the negotiations were truly a pleasure. Now, Selena, I believe you've earned yourself a reward." You turn around, pick up the stormsoul, then turn back and place her on your lap. She moans as you remove her clothes, and the three other adventurers blush as they see her lusty display. You sheathe one of your lengths, burying the other two in your old rival's needy holes. "As for you three, you should be getting back to your 'allies' before they ask too many questions. I look forward to hearing your answer in a few days."

The three nod and leave, and you spend nearly an hour exploring every cavity of your ally's body before finally drifting off to sleep. When you awake the next morning you see Aethane and the two maids to your sides, having returned some time during the night, and deposit one more load in the sleepy sorceress before preparing for your trip back down the mountain.