My Own Little World

A moose trudged through the woods, munching on leaves and whatever else it could find. Plowing through three feet of snow covered its chest in white powder. Halfway through a large snowbank a scaled hand erupted from snow, cutting a clean like across the moose’s throat before it even knew what was happening.

46 undetected kills

I emerged from my hiding spot and watched the moose’s blood soak into the snow. Over the past few weeks, I’d been hunting whenever I got the chance, even killing a couple bears hibernating in their caves. With the moose dead I took a moment to examine my levels and stats.

Ranger (Human/forest) Lv 56

Ranger (Elf/Mountains) Lv 5

Priest Lv 35

Dragon Lv 2

Attack 10 (57)

Defense 10 (52)

M Attack 10 (50)

M Defense 10 (50)

Speed 10 (15)

It was rather depressing. Only my speed and attack stats had increases, and that was from my ranger skills. I was 954 undetected kills away from unlocking the assassin class and my monster level was, as expected, pitiful.

The only thing arguably more pitiful was my second ranger class, but then again, I hadn’t gotten an opportunity to use it. killing and fighting gave all my classes some experience, but it was most effective for my monster class. The human classes leveled best when I was actually using those skills.

From what I’d been able to gather, reaching level 100 came with substantial gains, and I’d get nothing before then. Good thing I was going to start hunting monsters soon, I thought placing the moose on my back.

I’d been scouting the caverns that ran under the mountains surrounding Kita. Goblins and other beasts lived down there. In the spring they’d come out to hunt, pillage and be hunted in turn by the local adventurers. Nobody got rich from killing goblins all the way out here, but it was a good way to either start your career or earn a modest living.

I’d seen a quite a few of goblins while exploring the caverns and, I have to say, they’re exactly what I expected from a race created by Carnackias and Melanoche. The males were ugly misshapen brutes with no desires beyond food and sex while the women were sexy green short stacks, with boobs as big as their heads. Equally as eager to **** as they were to be ****.

I’d considered making one of the women a cock sleeve but decided against it. Not worth the effort. Goblins had the most potential for growth of any monster race, but most of them squandered it. They were just too dumb. Of course, every once in a while, a goblin was born with more than two braincells to rub together. When that happened things could get very bad, as the humans well knew.

When I returned to the inn, I couldn’t help but smile at the over a dozen women walking around as naked as the day they were born. I’d finally managed to enslave all the people living in the cabins out here and was thoroughly enjoying the fruits of my labor. They bowed as I entered. I dropped the moose off in the kitchen, so it could be butchered and cooked, then grabbed one of the women, a busty brunet. As I walked upstairs everyone got back to work.

By now the hierarchy of my little community had been firmly established. I was at the top with my personal slaves right below me. As of now, that meant Sabrina and Mary. The three of us were the only ones allowed on the second floor of the inn, unless we brought someone up there to fuck. When I opened my door I heard a moan coming from Sabrina’s room. she’d taken a liking to being waited on and one of the woman was doubtlessly between her legs right now.

Then there were the slaves, my personal harem of women with Nora acting as their difacto leader. I’d neither the time nor the inclination to give these women as much attention as I’d given Mary and Sabrina. So, I’d just used aphrodisiacs and fucked them into submission. This tended to crack their personalities a bit, usually by making them obsessed with me, but that didn’t matter as long as they could act normally in public. They slept downstairs.

Below them were the men. They slept in the stables and did all the menial chores that were needed. Last were the cumdumps, woman who’d displeased me in one way or another. I’d tossed them in with the men to be sex toys. There they served three important rolls. They gave the women somewhere to fall, discouraging disobedience, gave the men pleasure, giving them something to loose, and they would serve as mothers to the next generation of humans. Right now, there were only two cumdumps, but that number was bound to grow in time.

I sank my dick into the brunette and smiled. Tonight, was the winter solstice, and the end to the first part of my plan.