Housekeeping

Turns out Brigitte's armor didn't need adjusting as it was basically just an armored shirt cinched at the waist. It covered less of her legs now but she could deal with it. Alanna's just needed the straps to be adjusted to fit her fuller form but that took less time than repairing the ones she'd had to cut and everything needed was already in my armory. More than quick fixes to their armor the girls needed time to adjust to the changes in their bodies and to that end were now sparing each other with practice blades they'd also found in the armory. I'd given the place a quick look myself finally because it was starting to seem just a tad too conveinient how anything I needed weapon wise just happened to be in there but noticed nothing strange aside from finding a set of armor in my size. I'd rather gotten used to just going around nude at this point but the set of black studded leather plates over a sturdy leather shirt and pants looked pretty cool and beyond my Dungeon I probably would want some protection. The fingerless gauntlets also had heavy metal plates on the back of the hand covering the knuckles so I could deal devastating back swings and punches for blunt damage in case I was fighting something like say skeletons...

During all of this I'd also taken each of my new minions aside individually to get a better idea of who they were. Brigitte was the most interesting of the three backstory wise to me. She didn't remember her mother and as far as she knew had been adopted by her father the smith though did admit they shared enough characteristics to put some doubt on that. Being half-orc she had also been treated as an outsider her whole life even though she went to great lengths to distance herself from her monstrous ancestry. Even Alanna had treated her as less of a person while respecting her contributions to the guard. It would seem the human civilization, at least this one, was pretty racist. The only person in town that had treated her well aside from her father was the Sorceress. The smith's daughter however was clueless to the adoration even an outsider like myself could see in her eyes when she looked at her being completely uninterested in women. Brigitte seemed to have fully embraced her new life as my minion and told me that the "sanctimonious bitch" deserved her fate as a onahole and that she'd love to see her guard captain turned into cattle as well. So keeping her as an able bodied fighter looked to be the plan for her so long as she remained loyal, I might see about making her taller though.

Alanna was not happy about her situation, and not quiet about it, but also very determined to not make it worse. She explained how her parents were nobility from the nearest human kingdom but her father had been exiled after some seriously shady business practices had come to light, a frame job she insisted, and sent to govern this backwater that was technically still part of said kingdom. She had given up a promising career in the military to come with as a dutiful daughter, or so she said. It seemed to me she followed him more to get away from the shame though. She was very full of herself and held most others in disdain. Fionna had been the closest thing to an actual friend to her and she told me quite bluntly she'd never forgive me for turning her into a sex toy, and in the same breath told me she'd die for me to save herself from the same fate. The uppity bitch was useful for now but her treatment of her half-orc compatriot and disdain for the simp had me thinking of using her to breed a small army of orcs then make her lead them in conquest of human lands while serving them sexually. The thought of her orcish children running a train on all three of her holes left me hard enough I had her suck me off before moving on to repair her armor with a sore jaw and splattered in cum.

Shailynn's history was a mixed bag. Born human and with her otherworldly beauty already apparent she had been pampered by her parents and praised by the townsfolk. At that time she said her hair and eyes had still been light brown. She had been pursued by most of the young men growing up but had no interest in them, quite the opposite in fact, but hadn't realized her interest in women until the foreign smith, from a far northern human kingdom, had moved to town with his adopted (supposedly) daughter in tow. She had then started following Brigitte around trying to get her attention until the day she got everyone's when she burst into flame. The water that was subsequently dumped on her to "save" her put most of it out but her hair and eyes remained glowing their now yellow/orange color. The temple assured people that she was not demonic, just gifted with elemental magic but that didn't stop them now treating her with fear and suspicion. Her parents still pampered her and treated her like the magical prodigy she was, and her crush treated her well which was all she cared about. Of course the young men she had scorned before now acted harsher than most towards her but Alanna still gave her a place in the guard when she asked wanting to be as close to Brigitte as she could. She was obviously dealing the worst of the three with their current situation. I could have just altered her mind like I had the cow but I was honestly enjoying watching her try to cope and she wasn't loud about it, and amazingly hadn't lost her lunch yet though she got quite green when she saw Alanna covered in my spunk. She swore she would do anything to avoid being turned into a onahole but begged me to spare her from what she saw as the horrors of sex. Then I asked her what she would be willing to do if I ordered the half-orc to have sex with her and she couldn't start rubbing my dick between her tits fast enough. I figured it wouldn't take much of having her lick my spooge off of a naked green body to make her a willing ****. She could consider herself a lesbian (if they even used that word in this world) all she wanted as far as I was concerned so long as she was loyal. And I still wondered if she'd give me elemental blooded children.

I didn't ask my daughters what they'd done with the body of loser boy, I really didn't want to know, but they certainly seemed happy about getting to play and wanted more. They'd be a bit busy for that though as right on time they each delivered three children of their own. Their daughters had been smaller than they had but they still got quite big before the end. I'm made sure they had been given elasticizing agents but I'm not sure they needed them as Succubi should be used to adult births. They were only about four foot tall at birth and as emaciated as their mothers had been and each looked like a smaller version of their mother with Argent daughters having silver hair, Glory's golden, and Electra's copper. like their mothers they would grow fast but only to about six foot this time. I wanted to have Electra come along on the crypt expedition so that would wait until tomorrow while she recovered. Her sisters could watch her daughters while we were gone. I let my daughters name their children, they could be formally introduced to their father later.

The miller had also stuck around top side not knowing what to do next so I eventually sent him back to town to let them know the party had never come back out and to let his sister know on his way in that I wanted her to drop by the next morning. Odds are none of the men would be motivated to come after their missing Captain, might even be glad she was gone. The mayor would probably try to get some adventurers up here if he couldn't motivate the rest of the guards but there were none currently around. The smith might come looking after his daughter but the plan was to have him the mayor and the merchant that ran the only shop in town, who happened to be the Sorceresses father of all things, brought into the fold through use of hypnotic potions anyways as with them and the miller I'd control the town council. Which was part of why I wanted the apothacary, that and she needed the stuff to finish the miller's wife.

Not a bad days work all told. I let the swarm of Succubi have my bed tonight and the Captain could bed down with the cows, Moira might enjoy the company. I told my subconscious that a barracks or some rooms might be a good idea for the next Dungeon upgrade and while I didn't expect a response there was something there, something just out of reach. Odd, and frustrating. Anyways I lay back on my throne again with a great big green girl in one arm and a small smoldering one that was secretly overjoyed to be pressed up against her naked crush in the other. Tomorrow I'd see what the Bonehorror held in store.