Aquiring the first 'Breeding Stock'

Earlier, I had ordered a raiding party comprised of several squadrons of my minions to attack Lilith’s old village. Lilith’s knowledge about this world was already proving useful, but I needed much more if I wanted to conquer it. Not to mention that my hunger for sexy, nubile females was still unsated! So I ordered my minions to raid the village for young, fertile women while causing as little **** and destruction as possible. I also ordered them not to harm children under any circumstances and not bring me any woman that could be considered a child or pregnant.

Lilith had shown to be quite helpful in this endeavour. She had provided me with the approximate location of her old village (which was called Amberdew) as well as a rough estimate of the kind and number of people living there so that I could organize the raid accordingly. I even ordered my minions to bring me only a dozen girls, a number I was reasonably sure the village would be fine without.

Amberdew village was located directly east from my dungeon. In order to continue to hide the existence, and more importantly, the location of my dungeon, I had my minions wade northeast through a river until they were north of the village. There, I had them go south and attack Amberdew village directly from the north, before heading back the same way. I even ordered a few to continue north after the raid and then trace their steps back. This way, it would appear as if an enemy had magically appeared and then disappeared again in the north of the village, instead of hiding underground nearby.

After my minions had left, I could do nothing but wait. I looked for Lilith, she had sat on my right leg the entire time while I had been busy quasi-telepathically giving orders.

Aw. The poor little thing must have been so tired from all the turmoil today that she fell right asleep. Admittedly, I had taken quite long to sort everything out, so her tiredness had probably mixed with boredom.

“…so fluffy…” the little girl said in her sleep. I put one hand over her to shield her even a little from the cool air of the dungeon.

I raised an eyebrow. Or rather, I think I raised all three of my left eyebrows. I still wasn’t used to having the head of a monster. Poking a finger into my left thigh, I had to agree with her. As long as I didn’t contract my muscles, it was big and soft and warm, coated in fluffy fur.

“The raiding party has returned.” Informed my dungeon me “they are carrying 12 humanoid females with them.”

Finally! Finally I could begin building my harem! But I had to see whether Lilith was attached to one of them first. From what she told me, it was more than likely that she wasn’t and I could use and **** them as I pleased without any fear of harmfully impacting her. But I was actually hoping that there was at least one girl Lilith would react positive to.

I had no delusions: Even if I had been human in my former life, I was a monster now. If I wanted Lilith to grow up into a normal human being (or as normal as she could grow up between monsters in a **** dungeon anyways), I needed her to have at least a bare minimum of human contact. And mindbroken, perpetually pregnant fucktoys weren’t exactly the right kind of human contact. So, I needed to choose one or two sluts to go easier on. A small price to pay for Lilith’s happiness, my protective instincts told me. Especially since I planned on building a harem the size of hundreds of women.

As my minions approached the throne room, I gently shook Lilith to wake her up.

“WAKE UP LILITH. SOMEONE IS HERE TO SEE YOU.” I said.

The little girl raised her head and rubbed her eyes, still looking sleepy. But the sleepy look quickly vanished to one of interest as my minions entered and put down the girls one besides the other in a long row.

I examined them via God’s Eye and was very pleased to see that they were all healthy, fertile and 18 years or older. My minions had been very diligent, picking only the youngest girls (the oldest one was 25), no pregnant ones and even a few virgins. Most of them looked completely unharmed, the attack had been with such overwhelming **** that they didn’t get the chance to resist and now they were too cowed to try anything. Sure, a few were very lightly bruised, but that was all.

Only a single girl had her dress ripped to shreds, bruises and welts appearing on her limbs. She had trouble standing, having to lean onto one of my minions for support. There were even the remains of rope tied around her wrists! Somewhat surprisingly though, she seemed to be the least afraid of the bunch, merely looking up in scared awe at my massive form. The rest of the girls was in different stages of terror, most of them sobbing quietly.

“Larell!” Lilith exclaimed happily, raising her hand and waving enthusiastically at one of the girls, who waved back. It happened too fast for me to notice which one it was though.

“YOU LIKE LARELL?” I asked the little girl, still not sure who Larell actually was. But that could wait.

“Yes. She was always nice to me.” Lilith said. And then added in a small voice “The only one who really was nice to me after my parents died…”

Rage and sorrow welled up inside me again. But I had to quell it, anger would only worsen the damage that had been done to Lilith. And while burning Amberdew village to the ground might have sated my bloodlust a little, that wasn’t the rational choice. It would only draw more unwanted attention and rob me of a village to raid in the future.

I took a moment to breathe and calm down.

“STEP FORWARD, LARELL,” I ordered calmly. If she didn’t obey, I would simply ask Lilith who she was and punish Larell after.

But I needn’t have worried. The girl in the ripped dress tried her best to step forward but didn’t quite manage it. I quasi-telepathically ordered my minion to assist her.

Her face was pretty, but not nearly in the same league as Lilith. She had long, chestnut brown hair, big doe eyes in a matching colour and fair skin. Her lips were average, and so were her breasts. Diminutive b-cups, although I had to say that they had a nice, round shape and looked quite firm, without even a bit of sag. I couldn’t see her ass, but judging from her overall slim and fit figure, it should be quite nice.

“I am Larell” the girl said weakly. Judging from Lilith’s smile, she was telling the truth.

Then, in a flash of genius, I had an idea. My lips curled up in a cruel smile. Or at least, the closest equivalent a minotaur could manage.

“LILITH, IS THERE A GIRL AMONGST THEM THAT HAS BEEN PARTICULARLY MEAN TO YOU?” I asked the little girl sitting on my leg.

Several of the dozen girls grew even paler than they had been before.

Lilith thought about it for a moment. “Beatrice,” she said finally, and pointed to the girl in question. It was the one that had been carried in together with Larell.

“That… That’s not true! I never did anything of the sort! Oh, I know! She must be Confusing me with someone else! I – “ Beatrice tried to defend herself frantically, only stopping to catch her breath.

“Liar” Larell said weakly in the resulting silence, her voice almost a whisper.

Damn, I liked her already. I would remember Beatrice for later. Now, I had different matters to attend to.

I quasi-telepathically ordered my minions to escort all girls except Larell out. They were to strip them, with as little damage to their clothes as possible. The clothes could be used as valuable raw material, after all. I also set aside a detachment of four minions as permanent guards for Lilith and made a mental note to establish a ‘real’ guard for her as quickly as possible. I couldn’t keep an eye on her personally all day long.

“LILITH, WHY DON’T YOU GO AND PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE? YOU COULD EXPLORE MY DUNGEON.” I proposed to the little girl. “JUST DON’T LEAVE IT, I DON’T THINK IT IS SAFE OUTSIDE.”

“Okay!” she chimed as I gently sat her down on the ground. Followed by the four minions assigned to her, she made a beeline toward one of the back-facing exits of my throne room. Soon, she was out of my sight and Larell was the only human in here with me.