Expanding your influence

Ari's half-asleep gaze greets you as you step back into your bedroom, and you sink into bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. You lazily flick open a menu with your other hand as she nuzzles up beside you and dozes off. Your jaw drops when you see your fame page.

Fame: 2201
Recent Activity

• Encountered rival adventurer (x3): +30
• Summoned a hostile outsider (x2): +500
• Converted an adventurer to your cause (level 6): +1500
• People are talking about you: +94

Most of the rewards are pretty standard, disappointing even. It seems as if interest in you has really worn off over the past weeks since the world bounty—not that that's necessarily a bad thing. The reward from the angels is nice, but not really that big given the hassle and luck it took to summon them. However, the reward for recruiting your warlock pet is incredible! You frown at the lack of any sort of reward for dealing with the sorceress, but given that it's called "fame" that's probably due to her holding her end of the bargain and not advertising your relationship. You salivate at the thought of bending her to your will, now not only for **** but for the huge rewards it will offer. Now if only you can figure out how...

Well, that's a problem for a future daemon. You spend almost all of your fame to purchase the expanded dungeon option: given that the majority of your dungeon's potential area is currently wasted by the cliff and open air you're starting to run out of room. A popup announces your rewards.

Claimed Area Expanded!
New natural features detected.

• Water Spring
• Water Spring
• Water Spring
• Water Spring
• Mushroom Cave
• Ore Vein (Unprospected)

The water springs are a welcome, if mundane, addition. You place the first in the throne room opposite the healing fountain, choosing this one's form to be a lovely angel—selecting the option which looks the most similar to your new acquisitions—pouring water from a vase into a large basin. You'll use this to find out what the other upgrade option is. You place the second one for your minions to use: do they even need to bathe? You contemplate combining the last two into a massive bath, but figuring you might as well extend an olive branch for now you end up using one of them to make a small fountain and pool near the witch's hut instead.

The mushroom cave, for its part, is apparently a room filled with giant mushrooms that can confuse anyone that breaths the spores. However, given that only your (as of yet purely hypothetical) undead minions will be immune to its effects you don't see much use for it just yet. The ore vein, however, is more interesting.

Mine (Ore Vein)
Select common resource: ______
Select rare resource: ______
Confirm?
Yes/No

You briefly contemplate whether it would be wiser to wait to locate obsidian somehow else and use this vein to mine a different material. Nah. You want the altar. A bit of sculpting later, you place a mineshaft at the bottom of the pit opposite the prisons and storage, and set its construction to high priority. You spend the rest of your brief time before falling asleep moving the entrances and shappazu guard room to the new edge of your territory.

You awake to the familiar feeling of Ari's warm mouth around your shaft. Checking your menus while she works, it appears your harvesters have gathered a considerable amount of iron and five pieces of obsidian. At this rate, you should have the required obsidian by tomorrow. Not that you're in any great rush: only a few low-level adventurers have attempted to invade your lair recently, the more powerful ones no doubt off wherever quests or greater rewards take them. While it's tempting to go invade another human stronghold, you aren't yet ready to call down the wrath of another bounty upon you: after all, if the angels escape you aren't sure when—or if—you'll be able to summon them back. No, for now attracting attention simply isn't worth it, even if it'll slow down your progress as a boss somewhat.

You explode into your companion's mouth and then hop out of bed, ready to go about your day. You ask her if she'd like to join you in experimenting with enchanting, hoping you can replace her lost gear with some homemade stuff. She smiles and skips along side you. Perhaps this is for the best: the necromancer's crypt is likely not the last time your group will lose, so any equipment you can't reproduce is hardly reliable. You'd hate to temper your ambitions and halt your growth due to the fear of losing a few items. You stop Baelzann, your imp lieutenant, and ask for a report: apparently nothing much happened yesterday. There was some excitement when some weak adventurers made their way to the pit rather than advancing to your throne room, but the imps finished them off before they could steal anything. You give an approving nod and ask him to order your smith to create as many iron weapons as he can and deliver them to the enchanter's workshop.

Much of the day passes in silence, with you enchanting a stack of swords, axes, and maces one by one while Ari examines the weapons left by your captive angels and tries to discover how to reproduce their powers—apparently they can channel the user's innate magic, but unfortunately they're bound to the angels and as such are useless to you. After a few hours you're left with a stack of slightly improved weapons, which you distribute to your minions in hopes that they'll at least help slightly against any invaders. For her part, the warlock manages to discover a way to crudely reproduce the angelic weapons' powers: something that you'll try to refine over the coming days. Your eyes fall from her face to her curves and you consider taking her there as your dick hardens, but you suppose you should see to your captives. While the angels aren't yet the most skilled lovers, that isn't going to change if you don't give them the opportunity to study.

After descending the rickety but still-standing ladder, you pass the loud clanging of the new mines and enter Mariel's cell. The angel regards you passively as you approach, but blushes and looks away when she meets your gaze. "Why did you summon me to this dungeon, imp?"

Like before, you simply walk to the other end of her cell, sit down, and close your eyes. This time you don't need to wait more than a few minutes until you hear her breath nearby and feel her fingers touch your shaft. She wears the same resolute look on her face as in your last visit, although this time you see the faintest hint of a blush grace her cheeks as well. You close your eyes and enjoy her ministrations, although at this rate this might take a while: her inexperienced hands can't compare to Ari's practised touch. Suddenly you feel hot breath on your shaft and then a slight wet touch, and you open your eyes to see her tongue tracing up your shaft as she looks you in the eyes. The slight display of submission pushes you over the edge and you explode on her face when she reaches your tip. This time she's more prepared for your seed, and once again you clean her off once the last spurt hits her chin.

"Thanks," she mutters, then repeats her question from earlier.

"To be honest, I was mostly curious. When I got the power to summon angels I suppose I wanted to see what would happen, and besides, you're a sight for sore eyes next to most of the inhabitants of this place."

She blushes and turns away, and you give her hair a single stroke before standing up and heading for the exit. "I look forward to your next question, my dear."

This time, you stop by the bath to wash yourself before visiting her sister: there's no sense in causing any misunderstandings just yet. When you arrive at her cell, she jumps up and glares at you. "Fiend! What of my sister? Have you kept your bargain?"

You laugh at her outburst and nod. "I haven't harmed her in any way or **** her to do anything against her will, my dear. Short of keeping her in this place, of course."

She glares at you for a moment before nodding and stepping away to let you enter. Once you do, she drops to her knees. She learns fast. You walk over to her so that your cock stands at attention in front of her face.

Seramiel doesn't waste any time before using her newly-discovered skills, licking up and down your shaft and teasing your tip as one hand pumps up and down and the other caresses your sack. After an approving moan, you move your hand over to her hair, but before you can signal anything she slides her tongue slowly up your member and then wraps her lips around its head, swirling her tongue once again. She looks up into your eyes as if seeking your approval, and you give a groan in response as her tongue brushes your urethra. She releases you from her lips and begins to trace her tongue back up and down your cock again, and after returning it to her mouth a second time you feel ready to cum. You give her a warning and she releases your tip at the last second, just before ropes of thick seed begin spraying her face and hair.

You hear a quiet thanks and magically clean her off, and your cock begins to harden again at the thought of the angelic sisters thanking you for giving them facials. She looks confused. "D-do you need more?"

You chuckle at the offer. "I'd love to feel your mouth on my cock again, dear, but you've fulfilled our bargain. That being said, if you're offering...?"

She blushes and pauses for a moment before shaking her head. You smile at your progress as you rub her head and leave, the angel still on her knees behind you as you go. Upon arriving back at your room, you toss yourself in bed, eagerly awaiting what tomorrow will bring.