"Who calls the Duke of Magma, the First Pyromancer, Lord of the Lake of Fire, Zoxxzzixxaith the Everburning?

"Dude, do you do that every single time?" At this point you're used to the daemon lord's antics and show no hesitation in addressing him casually.

"Oh, hello Azazel! Why yes—I have to keep up appearances after all. How delightful to see that you survived! So, did you defeat the lich, or have you started a brand new dungeon?" The bull-headed daemon peeks through the portal. "I see you have your maid as usual, so I assume this is the usual place? How did the battle go?"

"It went... pretty much exactly as you said it would. I managed to figure something out at the end." A huge hand reaches through the portal and claps you on the back, causing you to stagger and your dark elf attendant to **** at the unexpected change of pace.

"Excellent, I'm glad to hear that you got over your petty ego, even if it took you a while!" The daemon lord fully steps through the large arch of bone, taking a size roughly equal to your own. "Now, what can I do for you? And say, you wouldn't happen to have any mariliths here, would you?"

"I'm afraid not, but I could offer you a pair of maids? They've been learning from Rea here." You pat the ivory-haired head currently bobbing up and down on your length.

"That would be fantastic, thank you." He lounges against a wall and the lavender beauty takes a break from her service to go and fetch her two trainees.

A moment later your head maid steps back through the portal, two other ex-adventurers in tow. The duke gives an appreciative nod as he takes in their exposed assets, then uncrosses his legs to reveal an impressive member. Annie and Cindy flush and rush over, bending down to service your guest, while their boss gets back to her occupation before she was interrupted.

"Ah, simply exquisite. We should've done this earlier, Azazel my friend! Say, more adventurers... you've been making friends I see!" He reaches down and takes hold of Cindy's arm, guiding her up so that her breasts and cleft are all within comfortable reach. "No, wait, all three have gone through Synthesis! Oh my, you've been a busy daemon, haven't you? So what deals did these lovely ladies try to make with you?" He gives a hearty laugh and slips a thick finger into the redheaded maid's crevice while her friend and coworker struggles around the bulbous member in front of her.

"To be honest, all three of them begged to join my dungeon, no trickery involved. Zal here required a fair bit of training first, but she's very happy with how things worked out: aren't you dear?" A muffled mm-hmm comes from her occupied mouth as she continues to service you.

"Oh dear, that won't do, that won't do at all! Don't get me wrong, I appreciate eager sluts as much as the next daemon, but we'll never live up to our reputation if we don't cheat people from time to time! Keep up like this and next thing you know the adventurers will be knocking down your door!" He chuckles with a carefree expression on his face, but there's a serious undertone to his voice.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that anyways: the next level of one of my main dungeon buildings requires me to fool an adventurer into giving up their soul. And I've also been careful to never offer an easy Synthesis deal which doesn't involve eternal service, so thus far people are keeping their distance."

"I suppose that'll have to do for now, but just don't go forgetting about your roots, you hear? Now, did you just want me to sample the local wildlife, or were you calling for a reason?"

"Well, you asked me to summon you if I survived, and I felt like I had put that off long enough. More importantly, I was wondering if you could tell me a bit more of what was going on. Every adventurer I've Synthesized—a word I only learned recently—has been very odd about it, acting as if it's something that shouldn't be possible."

"Well of course they are! You would be surprised if you suddenly ended up on their plane!" He lets out a laugh as if this is all obvious.

"Since when do adventurers come from a plane?" You raise an eyebrow. "I've never heard of such a place, and I like to think of myself as somewhat of a planar daemon."

"Oh, right, sometimes I forget that this stuff isn't simply common knowledge. Well, Azazel, you see, the adventurers' plane is somewhat... sealed off from the rest of the multiverse. To be honest, even I don't quite grasp the details, but I've been there a few times and it's quite different. Adventurers can summon us there with the proper spells, although very few know how. We can summon them here, but only if they agree, and only a few monsters learn how to do it." He pauses to let out a groan as the two maids switch positions. "Oh my, I know I scolded you earlier but you certainly picked two excellent servants here." Annie giggles and leans into him as he kneads her ass.

"Okay, so why would they even want to come over here, then? Present company excluded, of course." You grin and pat the head of the maid below you.

"Well, most of them don't! I'm told most adventurers simply never even visit Arkus, although I've never met them: after all, we can only visit them when summoned, and only those who visit Arkus know how to summon us. Even most of the 'visitors' are never here, not truly. It's more like... your scrying pool, sort of, although as if you felt like you were inside the underling in question. Everything feels real to them, except there are small errors that remind them that they aren't really there."

"And they do this because...?"

"Why, to enjoy themselves of course! I can only assume you've done the same with your own dungeon's utilities! Now, that being said, none of this answers your actual question. So, as it turns out, adventurers are limited to level 50. I'm not sure if anyone knows why: I certainly don't. To pass that barrier they must undergo Synthesis and then find a certain item: a Radiant Soul. They're quite rare, or so I'm told. I don't generally concern myself with such things."

"If they're just doing this for fun while living elsewhere, crossing over just to gain a few levels seems like a rather large leap, especially since they aren't even guaranteed to find that item." You don't make any attempt to hide the skepticism in your voice.

"Of course! That's why the vast majority of adventurers never seek out—let alone achieve—Synthesis, and the vast majority in fact never even visit Arkus at all. You must remember that we are dealing with very few adventurers here, just like there are many imp underlings for each dungeon boss like yourself."

"Adventurers don't become dungeon bosses though, so I don't really see where you're going with this..."

"Why of course not, but that doesn't mean they become nothing at all. You see, nobody knows quite how you become a god or goddess, but what a few of us old-timers do know is that every single one was once a 100th level adventurer." Your eyes widen. "I imagine you can see why that might appeal to some. Most adventurers don't even believe in this, let alone attempt it, but there are a few who are willing to take great risks indeed for a shot at such power." He inserts three fingers into Cindy beside him, and laughs as she instantly convulses at the intrusion. "Of course, most of them wind up closer to these three here than to the gods, and often not so willingly... and that, Azazel, is where we come in! Sooner or later you'll have supplicants who realize that you may be their path to godhood, and if you're a good daemon you'll find ways to write your contracts so that if they fail—when they fail—you have another trainee for your dungeon!"

"This seems like a lot of trouble when there are plenty of adventurers trying to jump my dick as it is..." you punctuate this with a groan as you empty a load into your first maid's mouth.

"Well, some of those are only doing that to get their own shot at greatness, and besides, there's spice in variety, don't you think?" He lifts Cindy up and impales her upon his shaft, no longer content with the oral service he was receiving up to this point. "But most importantly, just imagine how dreadful the world would become if high level adventurers were smashing everything all the time in some quest for ultimate power. It's practically our duty to keep their ranks to a manageable number." He smirks and fills up your junior maid with his own batter. "And that quest for godhood can be quite destructive. Dungeon bosses far more powerful than you have been ruined by it. The rewards for sponsoring adventurers can be equally lucrative, so there will always be powerful monsters willing take a gamble for their own shot at greatness."

Following the daemon lord's lead, you pick up your own maid and pierce her with your shaft, enjoying her moans as you bounce her up and down. Her eyes are closed and her face a picture of ecstasy, but she's also clearly listening intently to the conversation.

"Sorry, my dear, before you get any ideas: by joining a dungeon you're one of us now. That path is closed to you. However, this is much more pleasant, wouldn't you say?" The maid moans in agreement as she loses interest in the conversation, going back to her best-practised skill will her full attention.

For your part, you simply mindlessly move the maid's hips above you while you process what you've heard. Part of you think it sounds ridiculous, but it fits very well with how adventurers talk and the shock that the three maids felt when they learned Celestina's fate.

"Don't believe me, eh? Don't worry, I probably wouldn't either. Say, I remember when I was still a Cornugon and was summoned for the first time... you never really forget your first summoning. You're already a Malebranche, aren't you? Why, it could happen any day now, especially were an adventurer to stumble upon a book that told them how to do so!" A thick book bound in red leather suddenly flies through the flaming bone arch that still lies in the centre of the room. "Now don't say I never did anything for you just because I let you sort out that lich situation on your own! Say, speaking of which, I'm told there's been rumours of a Radiant Soul nearby. I'm not sure whether they're true or not, but that shouldn't really concern you: just start thinking about how you'll write your contracts when the adventurers come knocking!" The bovine daemon groans and unleashes another batch, this time in Annie's innards, then lifts her off his member.

"Now, that was excellent: thank you for the delightful hospitality. Arachne could really stand to learn a thing or two from you. If you wouldn't mind cleaning me off, dearies, I should really get back to my plane." The two maids dutifully sink back to their needs, and a moment later a satisfied-looking Zoxxzzixxaith steps through the arch and it crumbles beneath him. Guest gone, the two maids who took care of him walk over to you and join their teacher as you produce two new lengths for them to service.

"You know, I'm not sure how much adventurer is still in the three of you, but I'm curious: what did you think of all that? Wishing you stuck it out and had a shot at goddesshood? Oh, and by the way, it should go without saying that we probably shouldn't spread this around." The three maids nod between moans, then Cindy pulls off of your length for a moment to speak her mind.

"I... I don't know. I don't really care about the goddess thing—I doubt I ever would've even learned about that path the way I used to play, let alone gone down it—but this whole trickery thing feels wrong to me somehow." Her expression becomes ponderous, then she occupies her mouth while thinking further.

Pop "Hey, girl, you were the one with the bright idea to sign up to serve a literal daemon forever. Besides, it sounds like everyone has the chance to go into this both eyes open: I know we did. The way I see it, if you take a shot at ultimate power and fail, that's on you." Certainty plain on Annie's features, she brings her lips back to your last length and gives it a long lick while she lets out a satisfied hum. "In any case, anyone who runs afoul of master will come to enjoy things sooner or later, even if they take their time like Shannon here."

Zalreanne whimpers in between moans. "Call me Rea. Shannon was someone else, someone who wanted to hurt master rather than please him." She wraps her arms behind her back and around your neck, her modest breasts pushed out and her piercings jangling as she speeds up on your central length. "Master, please make some more contracts soon. I want to teach others how fulfilling it is to serve you." Her earnest pleas are too much for you, and you give the three beauties one last dose of cream.

"That was excellent, pets, good work. Now, if you could be so kind as to fetch the others, it's time for their transformations." The three of them curtsy in unison and step towards the portal "Once they've all been told, go and give Kay a treat, would you? I don't think she's met Annie and Cindy yet, and she could use some company as she gets to know the place." With that, the three of them step out of vision, and you lean against the wall in anticipation of your champions' return. At this rate it'll be night by the time you're out of this room, but you wouldn't have it any other way: being back to work after so long is energizing.