Dungeon Improvements, A New Class, And

Once again out of your body you're faced with a new choice as you've acquired your first new class level. There's an instinctive draw to your primal anger that you assume is your barbarian class, but you also feel a strange warm feeling that seems to emanate from the wizard and Gina. Curious you embrace that feeling and feel a new divine power surge through you as you gain a level in cleric.

_Weird_ You think. _Melanoch told me I'd have to get this from a god. I guess they didn't think about me starting my own cult_

Turning your focus outward you decide to use your racial levels to further improve your dungeon. Combining it with your new cleric level you sanctify the area giving yourself a much needed extra 10% bonus to your magic attacks as well as your defenses against any divine magic used against you. You also greatly enlarge your dungeon, now the size of a palace and fill it with a wide variety of traps and undead monsters. You also find your living conditions improving as your chambers magically grow, the walls suddenly adorned with paintings, your hay stack replaced with an enormous bed. Two more doors also appear, one leading to an array of small but well furnished rooms for your harem, the other leading to metal cells equipped with stocks, chains and every **** device imaginable.

Time resumes its normal pace as you return to your body. The girls gasp as the room around them suddenly changes. Feeling the Cleric wiggle in your grasp you return your attention to her.

"Master wants to know your names." Esme says, once again translating for you.

"I'm Malania, and my sister is Alesia." The wizard answers.

"Stop Mal!" Alesia cries out. "Don't tell him anything. He's some kind of abomination. Can't you feel the evil permeating from this place now?"

Malania frowns deeply and says, "He's not an abomination. He's a god. My god."

"What did you do to her?" Alesia hisses.

"I could feel his power reaching inside me. Offering to let me be part of something bigger." Malania answers. "And I accepted. Like you did with Ariel when we were young."

"No! I chose that. He's controlling you. Fight him. Help me!" The cleric screams at her sister.

Bored with their family drama you throw Alesia to the ground hard. "Strip your sister Esme commands for you."

Obediently your new thrall knells down and starts pulling her twin's robes off. Despite Alesia's resistance the cleric is quickly stripped bare. Her body is slender and pale, tiny a-cup breasts topped with delicate pink nipples. When you easily part her thighs her pale pink pussy is waiting, like an untouched flower.

"Hold her down." Esme instructs. Malania looks up at you in shock but swallowing pins her sister's wrists to the ground with her knees and pushes down on her shoulders to keep her in place as you kneel in front of her, easily pulling her thighs apart. You take your time as you slowly press your massive cock into her virginal pussy, drawing more and more intense screams and thrashing from the elf girl. It's an incredibly tight fit, almost as much as the halfling you'd used up when you first woke up on this world. You run your hands up her smooth body to her tiny tits then slowly work your way in and out of her. It's not just the feeling of violating a beautiful girl, you can feel the holy light of her god leaving as you ravage her body and soul. Soon enough the fight goes out of her and she goes limp as you continue to enjoy her tight fuck hole. When that happens you pick up steam, until you finally fill her with your seed (Breeding roll: 1 *Fail*).

You're hopeful that being **** by a monster will be enough to break her, if not into a worshiper then into a terrified ****.